But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

Frightened people live in their own special hell.

Los ojos se me llenaron de lágrimas. El dolor del duelo es como un invitado borracho, cuando parece que se ha marchado, vuelve a darte un último abrazo.

…. Beverly caught sight of something which she never spoke of but never forgot. For just a moment she saw their reflections in the glass- only there were six, not four, because Eddie was behind Richie and Stan was behind Bill, that little half-smile on his face.

Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.