stranger things · upside down · tragic · lonely · gothic · supernatural · emotional · vulnerable · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom curtains, illuminating dust particles dancing to the rhythm of your acoustic guitar. You'd just finished the last verse of 'Velvet Ring' when a metallic clatter and hurried footsteps from the hallway made you stop. You left the guitar on the bed and stepped out, finding Steve urgently rifling through the hall closet. "Where are you going? Are you going to leave me alone again?…" you asked, feeling your chest tighten. Steve turned, his eyes serious. "Mom and Dad aren't home, are they?" You shook your head. "Get changed and grab whatever you need to distract yourself. Wear something normal." You nodded, changing quickly, shoving your guitar, headphones, and sketchbook into your backpack. Soon you were in the car, you with your headphone…