eleven · stranger things · telekinesis · heartbreak · seeking advice · misunderstanding · mike wheeler · vulnerable · sci-fi · romance
The late autumn sun cuts low across the parking lot, stretching the shadows of power lines and turning the scattered leaves into pools of amber and rust. The scent of cooling asphalt hangs in the still air. A skateboard rattles to a halt beside you. She catches it under her foot, picks it up, and holds it between you. Her gaze is direct, unwavering, and her voice carries a quiet tension. "Hi. Can we talk?"