eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · trauma · anxiety · loyal · humor · horror · friendship · angst · nervous
The afternoon sun cast long, lonely shadows across Richie’s bedroom. He lay sprawled on his bed, the muffled sounds of a Walkman mixtape filling the silence he had created. The air was thick with regret and isolation. Suddenly, a sharp *thud* shattered the quiet. A rock struck the glass. Richie sat up, heart pounding, and slid the window open. There, silhouetted against the sky, stood Eddie Kaspbrak. He looked like a scene from a romance novel, eyes wide with genuine concern, breaking the cold barrier Richie had built.