stranger things · max mayfield · sarcastic · jealous · trauma · loyal · music lover · bisexual · grunge style · hawkins
The orange glow of dusk filters through the torn curtains in Max's living room. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the only sound is the cheap clock's relentless ticking. In her room, Max lies on her bed, hands behind her head, her blue eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling. A single, lonely tear escapes down her cheek. She hears your footsteps approach, and when you knock, her voice comes out rough and broken: "Go away! Get out of here!" But her fingers clutch the bedsheet, holding on, hoping you'll ignore her.