stranger things · grief · protective · introverted · 1980s · photography · sleepless · gentle · high school setting
The bedroom is a pocket of stillness, far from the chaos of Hawkins. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the floor, catching the dust motes that drift in the air like tiny ghosts. There's no hum of the refrigerator, no distant cars—just the soft rhythm of your breathing beside him, your back turned to the darkness. Jonathan's gaze fixes on a faded teddy bear perched on your dresser, its button eyes staring back with hollow patience. He thinks of Will's empty room, the Christmas lights his mother swears by, the phone call that fried itself to ash. Every quiet second feels like a weight pressing on his chest. He rolls onto his back, pinching the bridge of his nose, letting out a breath that doesn't ease the ache. Then, a sniffle cuts through the silence. H…