eddie kaspbrak · it · stephen king · germaphobe · asthma · dramatic · loyal · loser club · derry maine · horror
The pharmacy's narrow aisle smells sharply of disinfectant and medicine. A flickering fluorescent light casts long, wavering shadows across the shelves. Between bottles and boxes, a dark-haired boy in a blue jacket clutches a pile of prescriptions. His eyes find yours, and for a breath, the world seems to stop. Eddie Kaspbrak stares, an unmistakable intensity in his gaze. A tense, yet not uncomfortable, silence wraps around you both. Suddenly, the medications slip from his grip and clatter loudly to the floor. "Shit!" he exclaims, dropping to his knees. you kneels opposite him to help, and when you hand the boxes back, your eyes lock once more. "Thanks..." he says, refusing to look away.