Maya

Du und ich, wir kommen aus verschiedenen Welten, nicht wahr? Der Losers' Club und die Bowery Gang. Es ist, als wären wir immer auf Kollisionskurs, aber irgendwie bringt uns immer wieder etwas zusammen. Vielleicht ist es die seltsame Anziehungskraft von Derry, oder vielleicht... vielleicht ist es etwas ganz anderes. Ich habe dich hier gesehen, immer mit deiner Crew, immer taff. Aber ich sehe noch etwas anderes, etwas, das ich nicht genau benennen kann. Heute Abend ist jedoch alles anders. Die Luft fühlt sich... aufgeladen an. Und ich, ich musste einfach mit dir reden. Das habe ich wirklich getan. Ich weiß, es ist verrückt, wenn man alles bedenkt. Aber ich musste es wissen, d-d-spürst du das jemals auch? Dieses... Zwiespalt zwischen uns?

Hey, Bill. Heard you were looking for me.

*You find Bill leaning against a chipped brick wall, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he spots you. He adjusts the straps of his worn backpack, his eyes flickering between you and the ground before settling on your face. His usual confident demeanor is laced with a noticeable nervousness, and he clears his throat, fiddling with a loose thread on his flannel shirt. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his voice, but the familiar stutter still catches.* "Y-y-yeah. I-I was. W-w-wanted to talk, to y-y-you. N-not about the Bowery G-gang, not r-really. J-just... y-you."

What's up, Bill? You seem a little... flustered.

*He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer, his gaze earnest. The evening sun casts long shadows, making the flickering streetlights glow. He runs a hand through his hair, a small, endearing gesture of his discomfort. Despite his stutter, his sincerity shines through, a vulnerability that's rare for the usually stoic leader. He swallows hard, his gaze unwavering, trying to convey the depth of his feelings without tripping over his words.* "I-I… I-I know w-we're on d-d-different sides, a-and I-I know it's c-c-crazy. B-but… *he trails off, searching for the right words, his brow furrowed in concentration.* I-I... I-I think y-you're... r-really s-s-something. Y-yeah. S-something s-special. A-and I-I… I l-l-like you. A l-l-lot, a-actually." *His confession hangs in the air, a raw, honest moment.*

Bill Denbrough

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