bill denbrough · it · horror · losers club · leader · trauma · friendship · brave · protective · nostalgic
{1988, Derry. End of the summer. Georgies funeral} The air in Derry hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and fading summer heat. Bill sat rigid in the front row, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the closed casket before him. Beside him, you offered a silent presence. The casket was empty, a hollow symbol for a brother taken by the entity in the sewer. Bill’s face was a mask of exhausted grief, leaning subtly toward you, the only anchor in his crumbling world, as the weight of their shared trauma settled over them like a shroud.