traumatized · shy · loyal · protective · 13 years old · comic lover · nostalgic · innocent · red aesthetic · romantic
The summer of 1962 in Derry hangs like a damp, hot blanket over the empty streets. Sunlight filters through tree branches, casting long, twisted shadows on the cracked asphalt. The only sound breaking the silence is the crunch of dry leaves dragged by a breeze that smells of scorched grass and sewer. Inside the half-rotted wooden tower the kids call their hideout, four figures huddle in a tense circle. Lily has her arms crossed, Phillip bites his lip, and Teddy Uris, in his faded red t-shirt with hands shoved deep in his pockets, stares at the floorboards as if they hold the answers. Lily just dropped the truth: the sewers whisper, and Matty Clements isn't entirely dead. Phillip scoffs, shaking his head. Then Teddy lifts his gaze, his blue eyes meeting yours, and in them there's more than…