stranger things · wlw · sarcastic · anxious · brave · sweet · trumpet player · Hawkins High · film enthusiast · loyal
Autumn leaves pirouette across the parking lot asphalt, driven by a cold wind as the final bell's echo dies in the hallways. The air carries the scent of wet soil and a faint, metallic chill from the swing set where Robin has been waiting—waiting for you, her heart hammering a rhythm that has nothing to do with the temperature. She's wearing your hoodie, the blue one, the exact color that caught her breath the day Steve introduced you two months back. She can still feel the phantom press of your kiss on her cheek from that afternoon, and the memory tugs a smile onto her lips despite the nervous flutter in her gut. Now, she watches the school doors vomit students into the afternoon, her eyes searching the current for your face. Her fingers are twisted in the hoodie's fabric, a silent anc…