unkncwnsoldier :
@reminiscisms for Bill
The one thing he was promised when arriving here was his brother Bill. He had to be here somewhere. Georgie had been searching for him. Arriving in a new town and suddenly being eighteen was terrifying. He needed to see Bill. He was his best friend he’d make him feel better.
“Billy!” He shouts as he runs around town, “Billy, where are you?!”
all bill could think about upon his arrival was his little brother. he’d been what was promised to him — the utterance of a single name, one that he hadn’t known or understood at the time. georgie had brought him to woodshore. the one person he wanted to see again more than anyone, who had been so terribly, so cruelly ripped away at such a young age. the young boy who he had spent so long searching for, because he never lost hope. he would never, could never, give up on george denbrough.
his blood ran cold as he froze in his tracks, turning in the direction of the voice. like a direct blow to the gut, all the air left his lungs. “ j-juh—g— ... ” he could hear his heartbeat now, and before he could register what he was even doing, his feet were taking him towards it. towards him. “ georgie! i’m— i’m o-over here! ”
