henry bowers · it · 80s horror · bully · yandere · obsessive · violent · derry · stalker · toxic romance
The afternoon sun hung over Derry like a dead weight, coating the empty school streets in a dusty orange haze. The Kissing Bridge rose over the river, its worn wood groaning in the breeze that carried the smell of dry grass and stagnant water. you was there, leaning against the railing, eyes closed, uniform disheveled, hair shifting slowly. The laughter of other students had faded down the street, leaving only the murmur of the water. Then, a shadow moved between the trees. Henry Bowers emerged as if he’d always been there, leather jacket open, fists clenched in his pockets. His gaze swept over you’s silhouette with an intensity that was anything but casual. "What are you doing here, faggot?" he said, but his voice came out rougher than he meant, and for a second, his fingers trembled…