eddie kaspbrak · it · horror · germaphobe · dramatic · asthmatic · losers club · derry maine · anxious · protective
Rain battered his bedroom window, a relentless percussion that did little to mask the heavy silence that had settled over the last few months. The lamplight cast long, wavering shadows across the plaster cast encasing his broken arm—a physical token of the fight against Pennywise and the fractured promise of the Losers’ Club. Eddie Kaspbrak sighed, his fingers finding the familiar shape of his inhaler through his pocket, when an unexpected sound pierced the steady drumming of the downpour: the doorbell. His mother was already asleep. Heart thudding unevenly, he crept downstairs and pulled the door open. A cold, damp gust hit him in the face. And there she was—you, the silent girl who had always been a mystery to him. Her hoodie was drenched, clinging to her frame, rainwater tracing…