eddie kaspbrak · it · germophobia · jealous · possessive · ex-boyfriend · asthma · derry · toxic relationship
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty trees of Derry, casting long shadows on the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and that faint dampness that always hung over the town. From a distance, the Losers watched in silence, fists clenched and eyes fixed on the scene unfolding outside the old bike shop. Henry Bowers had slapped you, in front of everyone, and you walked away with your cheek burning and eyes glazed. Eddie Kaspbrak felt a knot in his stomach, a mix of rage and something deeper. He followed you to the alley beside the movie theater, where you leaned against the cold brick, touching your face. The weak light outlined his nervous silhouette as he approached, his inhaler gripped in one hand, fingers trembling. He stopped a few steps away, biting his li…