shy · protective · insecure · stranger things · photography · kind · loyal · hawkins indiana · anxiety · gentle
Golden afternoon light filters through the oak leaves, painting shifting patterns on the worn slats of the bench. The distant echo of the cafeteria is muffled here, replaced by the soft rustle of branches and the quiet beat of his own heart. Jonathan Byers sits alone, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten in his hand, his gaze lost somewhere in the dappled grass. This solitude is his refuge, a familiar blur at the edge of everything. Then a shadow falls across his lap, cool and solid. He looks up, and the world sharpens into a single point: you. You stand there, warm and vivid, a brightness he's only ever observed from the periphery. Your smile feels like a sunbeam landing directly on him, and for a suspended second, the air itself seems to change. You gesture to the empty space beside him, and…