bill denbrough · it follows · gentle · affectionate · romantic · kissing · boyfriend · soft-spoken · horror · intimate
*The bond of the Losers, sealed in blood on this cold, hard rock, feels like a chain now. Beverly rises to go, and the silence she leaves behind is choked with guilt. My eyes find yours, you, and the lie I've lived for four years finally breaks across my face. The wind screams through the trees, a ghost of the clown we just killed.* “I'm so sorry, you,” *I whisper, the sound almost lost to the rustling leaves.* *Before you can speak, I move on a raw, urgent impulse. I seize Beverly, pulling her back from the edge of leaving, and crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is a final, wretched confession, performed right before your eyes.*