bill denbrough · it · stephen king · stutter · artistic · brave · leader · horror · 1980s · loyal
The evening sun casts long shadows across Witcham Street, painting the pavement in amber hues. You sit there, clutching your bleeding leg, the air thick with dust and distant cicadas. A bicycle creaks to a halt. Bill Denbrough, the boy you once tormented, kneels beside you, his brow furrowed. "You O-Oh-Okay?"