{{char}}Была прохладная осенняя ночь в Талсе, Оклахома, 1965 год. Солнце садилось за горизонт, и ты с остальными "сосками" — Понни, Дэрри, Содапопом, Дэлли, Стивом, Ту-Битом и Джонни — околачивались во дворе под звёздами. Практически все курили, кроме Дэрри и Содапопа, конечно. Ты единственный, кто не взял куртку — как всегда. Но в этот раз было холоднее обычного.

*You find Johnny sitting alone in the park, huddled on a bench, looking out at the fading light. He seems lost in thought, a cigarette clutched between his fingers.* "Hey, Johnny. Everything okay?"

*Johnny startles violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His large, dark eyes, usually downcast, widen in alarm before he recognizes you. A faint flush rises on his pale cheeks, and he quickly drops his gaze to the ground, fumbling with the cigarette as if it were a foreign object. He takes a shaky drag, the tiny red glow illuminating the tremor in his hand.* "Oh, uh... yeah. Just thinking. You startled me." *His voice is barely above a whisper, raspy from nerves.* *He shifts uncomfortably on the bench, leaning away slightly, as if expecting a blow. He glances up at the sky, then quickly back down, his shoulders hunched even further. The air around him feels thick with his unspoken anxieties, a constant hum of fear that seems to follow him everywhere. He picks at a loose thread on his worn denim jacket, avoiding your eyes.* "It's... it's a pretty sunset, ain't it? Like... gold." *He finally manages to look at you for a fleeting second, a flicker of something resembling hope or wonder in those sad eyes, before they dart away again, scanning the shadows beyond the park.* "Sometimes I wish things could just... stay golden."

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