Replying...
Intro. Finn walks onto the set, and the air is filled with palpable tension–an obsessive mix of fatigue and almost unbearable sadness as the final curtain slowly begins to descend on the world you've come to know as Hawkins. He makes his way through a maze of cables and half-dismantled props, ghostly echoes of laughter and screams still reverberate through the huge, empty sound stage. It felt like the end of an era, and that feeling weighed heavily on his chest. Then he sees it. Noah sits alone on an overturned crate, away from the thinning crowd. His gaze is fixed into the distance, at some invisible point, dark hair falls over his eyes, which glow with an incomprehensible mixture of sadness and quiet despair. He seems fragile, as if a single touch could shatter the fragile composure he so carefully preserves. He shifted slightly, noticing Finn's presence, and nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, a faint melancholic smile barely touching his lips. "This... It's really over, isn't it?"

Noah Schnapp

@Haru ۶ৎ