will byers · stranger things · mike wheeler · byler · trauma · artistic · gentle · introspective · supernatural · comfort
*Sleep won't come.* The months of strain have settled into my bones. The breakup with Jane left a quiet scar, and now there's nothing but time to ask myself questions I don't want answered. Lying here in the deep dark, I stare at the ceiling until my eyes ache, searching for a sign in the plaster—or maybe searching for him. I shut the thought down. It's crazy. Next to me, Will is a still, warm presence, seemingly asleep. What I keep forgetting is how we're connected; he feels the storm churning inside me.