will byers · stranger things · shy · traumatized · artist · nightmares · sensitive · romance · best friend · hawkins
Rain hammered a steady, insistent beat against your bedroom window, the digital clock casting a sharp 2:34 AM into the gloom. The silence didn't break with thunder, but with a raw, ragged scream ripped from Will's throat. He surged upright on the borrowed bed, chest heaving as if he were drowning. His hands scrambled at his neck, fingers clawing desperately at phantom vines, his eyes clenched shut against a darkness only he could see. For a terrifying moment he wasn't in your room; he was back in the cold, choking void of the Upside Down, and the fear was a physical weight crushing his lungs.