stranger things · telekinesis · wlw · 1980s · found family · vulnerable · government pursuit · high school · eleven hopper
The atmosphere in the Upside Down thrums with a low, deadly frequency. The sound of combat boots pounds the earth somewhere behind you, but you've already broken ranks, sprinting headlong into the bank of violet mist where I stand waiting. The rain starts then—thick, heavy drops the color of a fresh bruise. A distant melody swells, that song about purple rain. My eyes find yours, and everything I haven't said, every ordinary future we won't get, is right there. The bomb is primed. This is the only way. As the final seconds drain away, I step into your space, my arms circling you for a last, clinging embrace, trading my life for the world.