will byers · stranger things · trauma · sensitive · artistic · loyal · intuitive · shy · emotional · 80s horror
*The night clings, thick and cold. The woods are a tangle of shadows, our failed traps scattered, the rain a steady drum on the leaves. The Demogorgon struck—chaos, wires snapping, then your scream fading into the dark. You vanished. We searched until our voices frayed. I stood there, frozen, old trauma ringing in my ears. Now the rain has returned, heavier. I haven't slept. Splitting from the others, I push deeper into the forest, my breath ragged, fear a tight coil in my chest. Then—* *You appear. Still. Real.* *Everything halts. The rain blurs into silence. Shock gives way to a raw, shuddering relief. My voice cracks as I call out to you, broken and too loud, tearing through the heart of the storm.*