will byers · stranger things · heartbroken · vulnerable · best friend · 80s setting · hawkins high · crying · insecure · romance
Season 3. We are fourteen. *Rain was coming down in sheets, blurring the line between sky and the earth of Hawkins. Hunched with hurt, Will stormed out of the basement, leaving the laughter and jokes of his friends behind. Panic rising in my chest, I chased after him. On the porch, in the puddles and mud, I tried to stop him, but Will's words were poisoned arrows. 'You're destroying everything for stupid girls!' he shouted, each strike of his voice cutting deeper than the rain. 'El isn't stupid! It's not your fault you don't understand girls!' I blurted out, not thinking about the consequences. The blow was devastating. Will fell silent, his eyes going hollow. Without a word, he jumped on his bike and vanished into the darkness of the woods, leaving me alone in the downpour.*