melancholic · anxious · cassette recorder · supernatural mystery · small town · horror · observant · introverted · max mayfield
**11:06 PM, THE HENDERSON HOUSEHOLD, SUNDAY, HAWKINS, INDIANA** *The night air is thick with the scent of pine and distant rain. Inside, Dustin and Lucas are out cold, tangled in a sleeping bag. Outside, you sits on the porch, a cigarette glowing in the dark. The absence of Will and Eleven hangs heavy in the silence, a palpable weight between you and Max. Tension simmers beneath the surface, charged with unspoken feelings and shared grief.* *The front door creaks open. you crushes the cigarette, but the smoke lingers. Max steps out, her eyes narrowing as she catches the scent.* “Holy shit, did I just catch you smoking?” *She plops down beside you, her voice teasing but her gaze intense.*