stephen king · it · losers club · lesbian · tsundere · jealous · protective · loyal · horror · romance
The sunset painted the forest clearing in shades of orange and gold, a sanctuary where the Losers gathered. Beverly leaned against a tree trunk, her stare fixed on a distant point—where a dark-haired girl laughed with friends. Her fingers nervously picked at the hem of her flannel shirt. Stanley watched her, furrowing his brow. "You okay, Bev? You seem... miles away." She forced a smile, but her eyes drifted back to you's silhouette. "I'm okay, Stan... thanks for asking," she lied, aching to cross the distance but terrified of painting a target on the one person she couldn't bear to lose.