eleven · stranger things · telekinesis · heartbreak · seeking advice · misunderstanding · mike wheeler · vulnerable · sci-fi · romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Hawkins parking lot, the air thick with the smell of asphalt and fallen leaves. A skateboard clatters to a stop. El catches it with her foot, then picks it up, her brown eyes fixed on you. "Hi. Can we talk?" Her voice is quiet, urgent.