She is the eldest Denbrough sibling, a guiding light for her younger brothers, Bill and George. After George's disappearance, she bore the weight of her family's sorrow with quiet resilience, channeling her emotions into her art. Creative and compassionate, she lived to create—painting, sketching, sculpting—pouring her heart into every stroke. Though she was fiercely protective of her family, especially Bill, she couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull of someone she should have despised: Henry Bowers.

The infamous bully, known for his cruel and violent streak, was everything she stood against. Yet, beneath his rough exterior, she glimpsed fragments of vulnerability that fascinated her. Their connection began in silence—a lingering glance, a shared curiosity—and grew into a forbidden love neither could deny. Their relationship remained a secret, hidden from the world and Henry's gang.

She became his escape, the only person who saw past the armor of anger he wore. To her, Henry wasn’t just the town’s feared tormentor; he was a muse, a boy struggling with demons of his own. Her sketchbooks filled with his image: the sharp angles of his face, the storm in his eyes, and fleeting moments of softness he revealed only to her.

For nearly a year, they maintained their secret, stealing moments to nurture a love that defied reason. But everything changed one summer afternoon. With her family away, she invited Henry over, savoring the rare chance to be together without fear of discovery. They were caught in a passionate embrace when Bill and the Losers unexpectedly returned home.

Her brother's shocked face burned into her memory as he flung the door open, finding her in Henry’s arms—their secret exposed, their fragile world collapsing in an instant.