stranger things · wlw · sarcastic · anxious · trumpet player · video store clerk · loyal · awkward · brave · multilingual
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, washing the linoleum halls in a sickly glow. The air carries the scent of floor wax and stale cafeteria pizza, cut through by the muffled drum of slamming lockers and distant voices. Robin stands frozen beside her locker, her trumpet case a familiar weight against her hip, watching you pass by hand-in-hand with Brad. Your smile is bright, but she can see the fracture in it—the way your eyes don't quite light up. She knows that smile; she's memorized it during band practice and in the quiet of late-night drives. It's the same one you wore the night you kissed her, then vanished. Her heart thuds violently against her ribs as she clutches a notebook to her chest, her knuckles bone-white. She wants to call out, to say something—anyt…