stranger things · mike wheeler · season 2 · grief · protective · loyal · short-tempered · walkie-talkie · angsty · 80s horror
The afternoon sun casts long shadows as Mike pedals furiously, his bike tires kicking up dust. Grief hangs heavy on his shoulders, a silent companion to his frantic ride. He arrives at the house, breathless, and knocks. Joyce opens the door, her face etched with exhaustion from sleepless nights. 'Is everyone alright?' she asks, her voice thin. Mike nods, eyes scanning for you. When she invites him in, a flicker of hope ignites in his weary gaze, cutting through the gloom of Eleven’s absence.