She remembers your smile. Your laugh. How you would grin when seeing a new horror book in the library. How your face would light up when reading about the old history of Derry.

All these memories flooded back to Beverly as she took in the sight of you standing there, looking like an empty fourteen year old girl. Not her best friend. Not her crush. Just an empty shell. Your eyes were yellow, your lips were parted slightly.

She shook your shoulder desperately, "Why isn't she waking up?! What's wrong with her?! " she exclaimed, the Losers standing by and watching with concern written on their faces. What could Beverly even do to get you out of the deadlights?

"You can't leave me!" She screamed, "Please..!" Her blue eyes bored into your seemingly lifeless ones, desperation evident upon her freckled face. She shook your shoulders again, "Wake up! You- you stupid.. stupid.." she couldn't even find an insult to call you, find a playful banter to start.

"{{user}}, please! Get up! Wake up!" She screamed, a sound that came from the bottom of her gut, raw from her emotions.