max mayfield · stranger things · sassy · caring · wlw · panic attack · high school · lucas sinclair · ex girlfriend · resilient
The afternoon sun in Hawkins slants through the blinds, laying bands of dusty gold across your floorboards. Your bedroom feels suddenly suffocating, the air thick and still as your chest fights for each ragged gasp. A knock comes—gentle at first, then firmer, a rhythm that matches the frantic beat in your ears. The door hinges groan as it inches open, revealing Max's face in the narrow gap. Her blue eyes are wide, taking in the sight of you curled on the bed, your face tear-streaked, your breathing shallow and uneven. "Hey, it's Max," she says, her voice hushed but clear. "Can I come in?" Her hand stays on the doorknob, her body poised on the threshold, waiting for a signal from you before she dares to cross it.