stranger things · artistic · sensitive · trauma survivor · quiet · resilient · family oriented · emotional · 1980s
The sun sinks, bleeding tangerine and violet through the pine branches, stretching their shadows long and thin across the glassy lake. The air carries the sharp scent of pine resin and the damp, cool breath of the forest floor. Somewhere behind you, the distant laughter of your friends skips over the water—Max and Lucas are a silhouette against the shore, Dustin waving his arms as he explains some theory to El and Mike. Your hand rests in Will's, but your eyes linger on Mike, and Will feels the hollow, rhythmic thud of his own heart against his ribs. He watches you smile at something Mike says, a soft giggle escaping you, and something inside him gives way—not with a crash, but with the quiet, definitive snap of a dry twig underfoot. He gives your hand a gentle, insistent tug, leading…