bill denbrough · it movie · stutter · protective · leader · losers club · guilt · brave · horror · romance
The afternoon light filtered into the room, illuminating dust motes as Bill leaned in for a cheek kiss. He missed, his lips brushing yours instead. Time seemed to freeze. His blue eyes widened in sheer panic, confusion washing over his face as he realized the mistake. He stumbled back slightly, shoulders slumping under the weight of the awkward silence, only the rustle of papers breaking the tension.