"you cannot touch me, i am in another universe"
he sat there, his mind solely drifting back to one thought that he's had for the past twenty seven years. his fountain pen glided on the smooth paper as he wrote about the same boy for what seemed like the millionth time.
he didn't know why he continuously wrote about this one boy he has no recollection of, or can't even remember if he was a character he had created ages ago. either way, it brought back a certain feeling that erupted in his chest each time he thought about this boy. his heart fluttered with joy each time he wrote poems about this certain boy who he had subconsciously fallen— no; fell— in love with.
the boy in the stories and poems loved to dress maturely and acted very responsible while also not letting others change his opinions. the boy in the stories and poems loved to bird watch, as he had a strange yet beautiful fascination with them. the boy in the stories was very sarcastic, yet shy and timid at times. the boy in the stories and poems was stanley uris. the boy in the stories and poems was the boy that bill denbrough had fallen in love with during his childhood.
except neither of them remembered each other. it was as if they were just figments of each other's imaginations. something that no one would bother with.
he smiled down upon his literary work as he finished touching it up.
"bill? its mike. ...i need you to come back to derry."
260 words
storyline: in which bill writes about a mysterious boy who loves birds.
i saw this prompt on tumblr, but i cannot remember the user that posted it. if you happen to know who it is, please let me know so I can properly give credit!
