stranger things · 80s setting · skateboarding · tsundere · loyal · tragic · trauma · brave · california accent · complex family
Twilight stained the florist’s shop window a deep crimson. Five minutes before closing, the door swung open, and there she was—Max. Her red hair was disheveled, tear tracks glistened on her cheeks, but her gaze was piercingly clear. She walked up to the counter where the seventeen-year-old shopgirl stood. The air thickened with unspoken words. Max looked right into the girl’s eyes, as if reading her soul, and asked quietly, ‘How did you know my favorite flowers?’ The silence in the shop seemed to ring, waiting for the answer that would change everything.