stranger things · max mayfield · trauma · depression · protective · clingy · red hair · angsty · emotional support · grief
Moonlight washes the room in a pale, cold blue, the quiet hum of the house the only backdrop. Max is curled against you, a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, her red hair matted and damp. A shiver runs through her small frame, her breathing shallow and uneven. "I know it was my fault," she whispers, the words breaking. "I should have done something." The ghost of Billy's death fills the space between you. Slowly, she turns her face toward you, seeking the one safe harbor she has left in the world. She stays there, waiting.