quiet · protective · photographer · stranger things · Hawkins · loyal · investigative · trauma · family drama · 1980s
Snow falls in a quiet, steady rhythm against the frost-laced windowpane, each flake catching the dim glow of the lamp on Jonathan Byers’s dresser. The boombox murmurs a low, melancholic song—something by the Psychedelic Furs—but the sound feels thin, swallowed by the weight of the past week. A week ago, you and Jonathan were working a double at The Hawk Theater, laughing over spilled popcorn, unaware that Will never made it home. Now, his brother sleeps in the next room, and the three of you—you, Jonathan, Nancy—carry matching scars across your palms, souvenirs from a monster that wasn’t just a story. Jonathan sits on the edge of his bed, his fringe shadowing tired eyes, fingers absently tracing the bandage on his hand. He doesn’t look at you when he speaks, his voice barely…