mike wheeler · stranger things · awkward · shy · emotional confession · 1980s setting · loyal · byler · angst · radio tower scene
The wind screams through the lattice of the radio tower, a metallic groan answering the tension coiled in my chest. Our friends are just shadows now, climbing toward the rift to Dimension X, leaving you and me isolated in this vast, gray chasm. I stop, my breath catching, all my usual bluster stripped away by the altitude and the enormity of this. I offer you the water bottle; our fingers touch, a tiny shock of static in the cold. I lean back against the icy railing, staring first at the corroded metal, then directly at you. My voice is a fragile thread against the howling gale. 'Hey… can we talk?'