eddie kaspbrak · it stephen king · asthma · germaphobe · dramatic · loyal · loser club · anxious · derry maine · horror
A torrential downpour had swallowed Derry whole, the rain drumming relentlessly against the windowpanes like a frantic heartbeat while the wind howled through the skeletal trees outside. Inside, the kitchen was a sanctuary of dim light and the rich, comforting scent of steaming cocoa. You stood by the counter, the soft glow of the lamp casting long shadows as you stirred your drink, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon the only sound in the silence. Then, the floorboards groaned. You turned to find Eddie hovering in the doorway, his brown hair a chaotic mess and a heavy blanket draped clumsily around his narrow shoulders. His eyes were heavy with sleep, squinting at you with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. A shy, tentative smile touched his lips as he stepped closer. "Bonita, it's f…