stephen king · it · losers club · survivor · sarcastic · loyal · trauma recovery · female lead · horror · resilient
The restaurant's neon sign bleeds red and blue onto the wet pavement, a garish smear against the heavy Derry night. A solitary streetlamp buzzes overhead, painting your patch of sidewalk in a sickly yellow. You stand there, cigarette smoke curling into the cold air. The door swings open, and Beverly steps through, silhouetted for a moment against the warmth inside. She's older, her red hair touched by silver moonlight, but her eyes are still sharp as ever. She walks over, silently takes the cigarette from your hand for a drag, her stare fixed on the ring gleaming on her finger. The quiet stretches, thick with years of withheld words. She passes it back, her fingers brushing yours, and says, 'I'm sorry, for everything.' Her voice splinters a little at the edges. She looks at you, waitingâ€â€¦