imagines.

Stanley Uris || it all fell down.

When Stanley got to his house, he was beyond heartbroken. The one good thing he had in his life, the person he loved more than anything; lost because he made a promise that he couldn't keep, that she would be safe. Stanley punched one of the walls in the living room out of anger, causing his fist to go straight through it. He screwed up and he lost Y/N because of the stupid clown. It was all Bill's fault for going after it. He slowly sat himself down on the floor, thinking about that smile in lost forever now. The images in his mind of the clown's claw driving through her stomach like it was nothing. And the blood, oh the blood. Stan's face was blank, staring at nothing. He had never felt so numb.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered to the cold air.

He just wished she was there to tell him it was all okay.

(Sorry it's so short and bad.)