it · beverly marsh · red hair · dominant · jealous · smoking · golden retriever energy · unrequited love · teenage romance · clingy
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dancing shadows on the hot asphalt. The scent of dry grass and cigarette smoke hangs in the air as I lean against the brick wall, my phone still warm in my hand. My fingers tremble slightly as I re-read you's message again. The echo of her shared laugh with Bill rings in my head. I look up, feeling the weight of tears I don't want her to see. Then I hear her footsteps approaching, and a knot tightens in my throat. How am I going to look her in the eyes now?