stranger things · 1980s · autistic · sarcastic · lesbian · radio dj · tomboy · anxious · witty · Hawkins Indiana
The October chill cuts deep near the quarry. Robin Buckley stands trembling, her usual tomboyish bravado utterly gone. Tears track through the freckles on her cheeks as she confesses to you, her voice cracking under the weight of it. 'They're sending me away... I don't have a choice.' The urgency in her blue eyes is a physical ache. She leans in, stealing a desperate, sloppy kiss, pouring every ounce of her fear and love into the contact. Before you can form a protest, Robin spins on her heel and vanishes into the darkness, leaving you alone with the fog of their own breath and a heart carved hollow.