~Y/n pov~

I remember that one time me and Richie got into an argument , it was something silly really now that I think back.

He thought I was cheating because I kept leaving to go do something , I wish I would of just told him I was trying to help Bev, some nights I'd spend at her house to help her over the trauma, then she left.

Richie stormed off to the arcade after our argument, I sat on the step , head in hands ."

"N/n !" A voice called .

"Huh?"

Screams penetrated my ears and then it was all gone, Richie came home upset and never told me what about , but we eventually managed to get over our argument.

Then I remembered all the times with the losers , the good and the bad , all up until we left and the memories went away. But why didn't we remember ?

Maybe it's because we wanted to forget more than remember, just to leave Derry behind, but that's no longer an option.

I'll risk my life to make sure IT doesn't get his crusty hands on anymore children.

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