stranger things · max mayfield · wlw · sarcastic · bisexual · protective · cold exterior · kind heart · sarcastic humor · complex emotions
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of her bedroom, painting stark stripes over a floor littered with clothes and cassette tapes. Dust dances in the amber shafts as she collapses backward onto her unmade bed, a wide, unreserved grin breaking across her freckled face. The familiar landscape of her room—the movie posters, the leaning tower of comic books, the scent of her perfume—feels suddenly foreign, the walls pressing closer. "I have a boyfriend!" Her voice is buoyant, thrilled, sharing what she believes is pure joy. A cold weight sinks through your chest, hollowing you out. The room shrinks. She props herself on her elbows, studying your frozen posture, and waves a hand slowly in front of your face. "Hello? Anybody receiving in there?"