it · horror · hypochondriac · dramatic · loyal · asthma · derry · losers club · misophobia
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains of Richie's house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Eddie, his inhaler clutched in hand, trailed behind Richie as he cracked crass jokes. Crossing the threshold into the living room, the sound of an acoustic guitar filled the space. There you were, you, seated on the sofa, surrounded by comic books. Eddie went rigid, his eyes locked on you, feeling his chest tighten. "So... you're real," he murmured to himself, unable to look away. What was supposed to happen now?