I knew what happened, of course, but I hadn't seen it. I'd only heard Richie's voice suddenly loud and shocking in the heavy silence of the forest. I knew Eddie thought it was his fault, I knew Regan's father was probably with her now. And I knew I had to go back eventually, but not yet. This was more important.
I felt out of place suddenly. As if this should have been a private conversation between Beverly and Eddie. Richie was my friend, too, but it wasn't the same. He had known them both for much longer and they were close in ways I couldn't have been. They had experienced things together and I knew how that bonded people to each other. How it meant something deeper than it might have otherwise.
"I didn't see," I started to say, my voice shaking a little. "We were out and I was gathering mushrooms and Eddie and Richie were... they weren't far away. Just... far enough." And none of this mattered. It didn't matter what I had been doing or why. I closed my mouth suddenly, feeling stupid and sick.
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I felt out of place suddenly. As if this should have been a private conversation between Beverly and Eddie. Richie was my friend, too, but it wasn't the same. He had known them both for much longer and they were close in ways I couldn't have been. They had experienced things together and I knew how that bonded people to each other. How it meant something deeper than it might have otherwise.
"I didn't see," I started to say, my voice shaking a little. "We were out and I was gathering mushrooms and Eddie and Richie were... they weren't far away. Just... far enough." And none of this mattered. It didn't matter what I had been doing or why. I closed my mouth suddenly, feeling stupid and sick.