richie tozier · it · defensive sarcasm · insecure · smoker · friend group · cynical · anxiety · horror
The muted afternoon light filtered through the curtains, painting long shadows across the floor of your room. On the screen, a couple was saying goodbye through tears, and the only sounds were the soft crying from the television and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Richie lay sprawled across your chest, his head resting heavy against you while your fingers tangled absently in his dark, messy hair. Suddenly, a tremor ran through his body, and you heard a stifled sob. You looked down and saw him: his eyes glassy, cheeks streaked wet. He met your gaze, and without a word, he clung to you like a koala, hiding his damp face against your neck. "Are you torturing me like this?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "Making me watch a movie where they don't end up together forever... Tell me that…