Richard Tozier takes a boat

As his lips curl into a smile, raising his beer can in a toast, all Richie can feel is the bitter flavor taking over his tongue and throat, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. He can’t tear his gaze away from Bev’s reddening cheeks and the way her hand brushes her bump. Mike’s loud excited laugh hurt his ears, the soft motion of the boat along the waves make him dizzy. Richie clenches his fists, thinking about the vastness of the open sea - deep and so so dark - and how he has no place to run to... He bites the inside of his cheek, hating how familiar that numbing emptiness feels like. There’s no galactic monster lurking around him anymore, but ironically enough, he’s still floating.OrIt's been one year since Neibolt crumbled to pieces and Richie still can't find himself.