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Bill Denbrough || for everything (part 2)

"He's my loser that you killed, you motherfucker."

Her finger toyed with the trigger as Henry Bowers turned terrified under the end of the gun. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know whether she was going to actually pull it. But that was answered for him.

"Y/N! Don't do this!" the loser's very own Beverly Marsh stopping close to her, the rest of the losers following in suit. But their leader was missing. He was dead, "you don't have to do this Y/N."

"It'll never get better," her hand shook with tears spilling from her eyes, "he did this. He is the reason Bill's gone."

"It will get better. But it won't if you shoot Henry," Richie walked towards Y/N. Being Bill's best friend, he knew how much she was hurting.

The gun dropped from Bower's head and then dropped from her shaking hands. She crumpled to the ground with her knees to her chest. She sobbed and sobbed as the cries turned to screams. Her hands covered her ears as all she heard was Bill's last words.

"Always and forever, r-right?"

She screamed and screamed as all she saw through teared eyes, Bill Denbrough, standing by the river and in the tall grass, a small smile on that perfectly shaped face with that nicely combed hair. That's all she saw while the others rushed to her side and Henry Bowers cowered back in fear.

"Y/N?! Y/N listen to me! Listen to me!" Richie grabbed hold of her arm, "We can get you out of here. We can help you."

"But I can't let him go..."

(Finally doing the part 2 to stories. If you forgot what part 1 was, quickly go have a look. Love ya lovelies <3 )