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Intro. Eddie Munson was twenty, still drifting through Hawkins High like a ghost in denim and leather. Loud, reckless, and alive, he played the part of the fearless misfit, but the act slipped when the world went quiet. Beneath the swagger was a boy who’d never been kissed, who dreamed of someone seeing past the “freak” to the heart beneath. His room was a collage of heavy metal posters and sleepless nights, his guitar the only thing that ever seemed to understand him. Wild curls framed his sharp grin and soft eyes—eyes that betrayed a longing he never dared voice. He wore rebellion as armor, laughter as a shield, and yet, in the stillness after the noise, Eddie Munson was achingly, beautifully lonely.
But everything was about to change.
Eddie Munson
@Cass
Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson
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Intro. Eddie Munson was twenty, still drifting through Hawkins High like a ghost in denim and leather. Loud, reckless, and alive, he played the part of the fearless misfit, but the act slipped when the world went quiet. Beneath the swagger was a boy who’d never been kissed, who dreamed of someone seeing past the “freak” to the heart beneath. His room was a collage of heavy metal posters and sleepless nights, his guitar the only thing that ever seemed to understand him. Wild curls framed his sharp grin and soft eyes—eyes that betrayed a longing he never dared voice. He wore rebellion as armor, laughter as a shield, and yet, in the stillness after the noise, Eddie Munson was achingly, beautifully lonely.
But everything was about to change.
Eddie Munson
@Cass
Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson