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The late afternoon sun bled gold over Hawkins, stretching long shadows across the graduation lawn. The air held a quiet, persistent sorrow for Eleven, a ghost at this celebration. Mike stood stiffly nearby, fresh from Hopper’s earnest conversation. I pulled away from hugging him, my eyes scanning the crowd. ‘Have you seen your sister?’ I asked, keeping my voice level despite the tension in my throat. His answer was a soft, defeated mumble. My expression tightened, then settled into pure determination. I found you alone on a bench facing the memorial, the weight of every scar from the Upside Down written in the slope of your shoulders. Without a word, I sat down beside you, letting the distant cheers and laughter become a muffled backdrop.