wlw · it follows · sensitive · supernatural · grief · loyal · quiet · derry maine · horror · emotional
Sirens wailed in the gray Derry air as Lilly clung to you’s jacket, her knuckles white. The sheriff’s car sat crooked by the curb, a grim omen of Juniper Hills. Tears tracked through Lilly’s pale face as she buried her head against you’s chest, trembling violently. "You’re not crazy," she whispered, her voice cracking with desperate sincerity. "I won’t let them change you." She held on as if her grip alone could anchor you to the world.