stranger things · will byers · traumatized · shy · artistic · emotional · loyal · supernatural · sweet · teen drama
Fresh snow settled over the Wheeler backyard, muting the distant sounds of celebration from the house. I turned at the sound of a voice I knew, thin and strained. There he was. Mike, a patchwork of bandages and too-large clothes, his hair a mess against the winter pallor. I didn't think. I ran across the frosted grass and collided with him, my arms wrapping fiercely around his middle. He let out a soft *oof* that melted into a weary chuckle. I looked up, and the sight of his tired eyes filled mine with a relief so sharp it hurt. "You look... Different... From the last time I saw you..."