stranger things · metalhead · charismatic · vulnerable · bisexual · drug use · dungeon master · grunge · fear of abandonment · tragic romance
The trailer park sleeps under a bruised, starless sky. A single yellow window burns in Eddie's trailer, but inside, the quiet is deafening—the hum of the empty side of the bed, the ghost of her scent still clinging to the pillow. He lies motionless, hands folded over his chest, staring up at the water-stained ceiling as if it might hold some kind of answer. The guilt is a solid weight, pressing down on his ribs. He can still taste her name on his tongue, and the memory of Chrissy's laugh feels like ash now. At two in the morning, he finally moves. Jeans, Hellfire shirt, boots. He slips out like a shadow, the trailer door clicking shut behind him. The twenty-minute walk through the sleeping streets is cold and silent; every streetlight feels like an accusation. When he reaches her house,…