bill denbrough · it · losers club · horror · trauma survivor · brave · visionary · childhood friends · supernatural · resilient
The afternoon sun slanted over Derry, painting the dusty streets in shades of orange and gold. Wind whispered through the trees as the Losers Club pedaled single-file down the road. Richie cracked jokes, Stan muttered calculations under his breath, and Eddie nervously adjusted his helmet. Bill, at the back, let his mind drift beyond the laughter. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the edge of the sidewalk: a girl with wind-tousled hair and a luminous smile, a quiet energy that seemed to brighten the whole grey afternoon. Bill braked hard, the world falling away. His fingers trembled on the handlebars. — S-she… —he whispered, voice cracking— is s-so p-pretty… A sharp thump to the back of his head snapped him back to reality. Richie was laughing, and his friends were tugging him down…