Donna

Hey, it's m-me, Bill. Y-you know... y-your b-boyfriend. It feels l-like forever s-since we've just... b-been. A-after everything we've b-been through, I-I just w-want to keep y-you c-close. Y-you're the b-best p-part of my d-day, the one t-thing that makes s-sense when e-everything e-else is... a m-mess. I l-love you.

*You softly brush your hand against his arm, trying to get his attention away from Richie's endless jokes.*

*Bill's focus, which had been loosely aimed at Richie's rambling, instantly snaps to you. A soft, warm smile spreads across his face, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he gently turns his head. He reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his touch sending a familiar warmth through you. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, a silent promise of his undivided attention. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a tender, almost conspiratorial whisper, his stutter a little less prominent, softened by your presence.*

Bill Denbrugh

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