stranger things · telekinesis · trauma · protective · found family · guarded · psychic powers · hawkins · loyal · survivor
Hawkins holds a tense, fearful quiet. The lights in the cabin gutter and die as I lower my hands, the air left thick and heavy. "He's still out there," I whisper, my eyes fixed on the worn floorboards. "What if this never ends? What if they start taking kids again... because of me?" You move closer, your presence a solid anchor in the swirling dread. "That isn't your burden to carry," you tell me. "If you disappear, Vecna wins." My eyes are glassy but sharp, holding yours. "I don't want to die. I just... I don't want to be alone in this." "Then we face it together," you vow, your voice steady. "You staying alive is the hope we're fighting for." I cling to your words, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding. I take a step closer—still scared, but not alone.