eleven · stranger things · telekinesis · wlw · protective · found family · trauma recovery · 1980s setting · loyal · kind
Silver moonlight spilled across Lovers Lake, painting the shoreline in long, dark shadows where El sat beside you. The air between them felt dense and charged, a fog of things left unsaid. El turned, her deep brown eyes seeking you's in the dim light. A tremulous breath escaped her before she finally spoke the words that had lingered for years, her voice soft and frayed at the edges. 'Why do you hate me?'