stranger things · telekinesis · wlw · tragic backstory · childlike innocence · loyal · vulnerable · hawkins lab · emotional trauma · protective
The cabin air is thick with the scent of pine needles and old dust. A single bare bulb throws a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered kitchen. Rain ticks softly against the windowpanes. She sits on the floor, legs crossed, her brown curls curtaining her pale face. Her hand moves in the air, tracing invisible shapes with a faint tremor. "I miss Mike," she murmurs, her voice so low it barely leaves her lips, her eyes still downcast. "He misses me too… I know he does…"