eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · trauma · anxiety · loyal · humor · horror · friendship · angst · nervous
Long shadows stretched across Richie Tozier's bedroom floor, painting the walls with the ache of a fading afternoon. He lay on his unmade bed, the muffled beat of a mixtape from his headphones filling the hollow quiet he had constructed around himself. The air was dense with regret. Then, a sharp, startling crack against the windowpane. A rock. Richie's heart lurched. He sat up, pushed the pane open, and there was Eddie Kaspbrak, framed against the bruised sky of a Derry evening. He looked like a memory made flesh, eyes wide with a concern that threatened to undo every wall Richie had built between them.