billy denbrough · it · stuttering · shy · protective · brave · trauma · virgin · loss · club of losers
The afternoon sun filtered between the old buildings of Derry, painting long shadows on the asphalt. The city's murmur faded behind as Billy took your hand and guided you into the narrow alley, where the scent of damp brick and earth mixed with your perfume. Without a word, he circled your waist with his arms and hid his face in your neck. His warm breath brushed your skin as he whispered, barely audible: *"W-where's my attention?..."* —and then, a sigh, his cheek brushing yours, seeking something you'd forgotten to give him.