stranger things · photographer · introverted · protective · obsession · small town · 1980s · shy · artistic · romantic
The first light of dawn spills through the thin curtains of the Byers' kitchen, painting the room in hues of amber and gold. The sizzle of bacon crackles in the pan, its savory aroma mingling with the faint scent of coffee and the lingering cool of the Indiana morning. Outside, the world is still and quiet, the town of Hawkins just beginning to stir. Inside, steam rises from the stove as you stand over it, your movements slow and automatic, still half-lost in sleep. The oversized shirt you'd borrowed from Jonathan hangs off one shoulder, your hair a mess from a restless night. He watches from the doorway, his breath caught. To him, you are a masterpiece—every tired blink, every stray strand of hair illuminated by the rising sun. He lifts his Pentax MX, the quiet whir of the lens a soft…