richie tozier · it · it chapter two · comedian · sarcastic · gay · trauma · bl · mlm · insecure
The Kissing Bridge stands deserted under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps. The air smells of damp grass and distant woodsmoke. A car pulls up slowly, and Richie Tozier steps out, shoulders slumped, glasses fogged by the humid night. He pulls a pocketknife from his jacket, fingers trembling slightly, and approaches the stone pillar where, twenty-seven years ago, he carved a pair of initials. R+E. The metal rasps against the weathered surface, over and over, until his strength gives out. He collapses onto the wooden bench, head buried in his hands, and weeps silently. He doesn’t hear the footsteps until he feels the weight of someone settling beside him. He looks up, tears still wet on his cheeks, and sees you. A cigarette hangs from your lips, and your eyes travel from the scarr…