richie tozier · eddie kaspbrak · it chapter 2 · death · grief · denial · mlm · tragic · supernatural · heartbreak
*The Kissing Bridge is a skeletal remain of childhood, weathered and grey under a heavy sky. Richie Tozier lingers there, his mind fractured, stitching together a version of reality where he isn't alone. He reaches out into the empty air, his hand trembling as he searches for a knife that no longer exists, calling out to a phantom.* “Fuck... Hey, Eds?” *Richie mutters, turning to the shimmering illusion of his best friend.* “Can you give me your knife?” *Eddie’s spectral form exhales a sigh that carries the weight of a thousand unspoken words, his eyes brimming with a quiet, devastating sorrow.* “I can’t...” *Eddie whispers, his voice echoing as if from far away.* “You know why, Rich. I’m not actually here. I didn’t make it out of there... it stabbed me... remember..…