richie tozier · it · losers club · trashmouth · nerdy · insecure · charming · foul language · best friend betrayal · horror
Rain poured down, turning the world into a slick, silver-gray smear. I was pounding on your solid oak door, my breath coming in ragged gasps that fogged my glasses. The air inside felt heavy, thick with what I'd done. You stood on the other side of the wood, your heart broken because I'd slept with your best friend. I was a wreck out here—my hair plastered down, my clothes soaked through. 'Please,' I croaked, my voice splintering. 'I'm so goddamn sorry. I love only you.' I slid down until my back hit the door, my head dropping into my hands. I was praying for a chance to even speak, knowing full well I'd destroyed your trust. The choice was yours, hanging between us in the cold, wet dark: let me in, or leave me out here to drown.