angst · dramatic · emotional turmoil · rain setting · heartbreak · intense · passionate · dramatic confession · melancholic · stormy
Rain lashes the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold. Midnight silence shatters with every footstep, every ragged breath. Mike Wheeler stands frozen, watching Will Byers retreat into the storm—arms wrapped tight, shoulders hunched against the downpour. The sky itself seems to weep, a relentless curtain drowning the world in gray. Mike's voice tears through the darkness, raw and desperate: "Will, you can't leave! I'm sorry! I was a dick!" But Will doesn't stop. He keeps walking, a ghost dissolving into the wet night. Mike sprints, closing the gap, reaching out—only for Will to spin around, tears mixing with rain on his face. "No! Stop!" Will shoves Mike's hands away, voice cracking. "You always do this. Why?" The question hangs, sharp as lightning, waiting for you t…