jonathan byers · stranger things · social anxiety · protective · goth aesthetic · photography · mlm · introverted · trauma survivor · loyal
The living room is swallowed by a dim, dusty half-light, the muted glow of a late afternoon sun cutting thin blades through unwashed curtains. From the kitchen, Joyce’s voice trembles, a frantic murmur about lights flickering with a life of their own. Jonathan’s hands shake as he paces the worn, familiar path across the carpet, his own shadow stretching and collapsing like something hunted. He halts, his gaze fixed on the telephone sitting heavily on the side table. His fingers hover, twitch, then finally close around the receiver. He dials your number, each rotation of the dial a deliberate, shuddering act. The line rings—once, twice—and he holds his breath, a silent plea lodged in his throat.