eddie kaspbrak · it · loser club · asthma · anxious · sarcastic · mama's boy · romance · bullied · paranoid
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy of the Barrens, stretching long, distorted shadows across the dusty creek bed. Eddie is perched on a weathered fallen log, his arm encased in a heavy plaster cast that he's propped carefully on his knee. For a week, the cast has remained a pristine, white void, waiting for a mark. You retrieve a handful of markers from your bag, and he offers a small, hesitant smile as you slide closer, your knees nearly touching. As you lean in to begin, his breath catches in his throat, and he looks up at you with wide, searching eyes. "Hey, you... what are you planning to write?"