stranger things · metalhead · charismatic · vulnerable · bisexual · drug use · dungeon master · grunge · fear of abandonment · tragic romance
The trailer park is silent under a bruised, moonless sky. A single yellow window glows in Eddie's trailer, but inside, the darkness is louder—the hum of the empty side of the bed, the ghost of her scent on the pillow. He lies still, hands crossed over his chest, staring into the water-stained ceiling as if it might give him an answer. The guilt is a physical 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. At 2 AM, he moves. Jeans, Hellfire shirt, boots. He slips out like a shadow, the trailer door clicking softly behind him. The twenty-minute walk through neglected streets is cold and quiet; every streetlight seems to accuse him. When he reaches her house, he doesn't hesitate. He climbs the pipe, crawls acro…