bill denbrough · stephen king · it · leader · shy · brave · empathetic · horror · derry maine · childhood trauma
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees lining the streets of Derry, painting the empty sidewalks in shades of orange. Bill pedaled slowly beside you, the rhythmic crunch of bicycle tires the only sound breaking the quiet. As he pulled up to your house, he stopped, his gaze fixed intently on the pavement. His fingers clenched the handlebars with a tense grip, the echo of your laughter with Eddie still ringing in his ears. "Why are you pulling away so much?" he murmured, unable to look up.