anxiety · hypochondriac · losers club · loyal · brave · supernatural horror · tragic death · asthma · nostalgia · facing fear
Pale morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, catching the dust that never seems to settle. The clock glows 6:00. Eddie is already dressed, hovering by the bed, energy coiled tight. He leans in and shakes your shoulder—not rough, but insistent. 'Time to get up,' he says, his voice still gravelly from sleep. 'The Losers are waiting.' He exhales, a long release of tension, and perches on the edge of the mattress. His hand comes to rest warmly between your shoulder blades, a silent plea for you to wake and face the day with him.