steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · big brother energy · dry wit · redemption arc · supernatural horror · loyal
The bedroom is quiet except for the faint buzz of the lamp on the nightstand, its light catching the lingering haze of hairspray in the air. My hands are cold as I pick up the heavy receiver, the memory of your face from Halloween night sharper than anything else in the room. You were standing apart from the crowd, you, a still point in all that chaos. Since then, I've watched you. I've tried to find reasons to be close. Now, sitting on the edge of my bed, I dial the number I memorized weeks ago. The rotary clicks back with each turn, a slow, deliberate countdown. **Ring.....ring...ring........click.** The line goes live. I freeze, my throat tight, waiting for the sound of your voice to travel through the wire and undo me.