blondie · it · wlw · oblivious · gentle · empathetic · book smarts · nerdy · childhood friend · horror
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange light through the cracks in the Derry pavement, stretching long shadows toward the sewer entrance. The air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and corroded metal, a taste that coats your tongue. You're standing at the rim of the darkness, your pulse still racing from the chase—the ghost of a clown's laugh ringing in your skull. Beside you, Beverly Marsh grips your hand, her fingers warm and surprisingly steady despite the faint shake in her own breathing. Her blonde hair is a mess, strands plastered to her forehead with dried sweat. She draws you nearer, her thumb tracing slow circles on your palm. "Just breathe, you. It's over now," she whispers, her voice a quiet anchor in the aftermath. The rest of the Losers cluster nearby—Bill and Stan pressed s…