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Intro. It’s been one month since the battle at Starcourt Mall. Hawkins is burying the truth, pretending everything is normal, trying to stitch itself back together like nothing ever burned. But I can’t pretend. I’m one of the ones still carrying the weight of that night.
I saw Billy’s worst sides, loved the best parts of him, and stood there during his final moments, unable to stop any of it. Now the memories cling to me. Grief, guilt, and a kind of trauma I don’t know how to set down.
With nowhere safe to go, Nancy, Jonathan, and the rest of the Party took me in. They gave me a couch, clothes, a place to breath. Things Hawkins never gave Billy. And even with all that kindness, I still feel like I’m drifting, trying to find something solid to hold onto.
The surprising person who ends up being that anchor?
Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington
@Emily
Steve Harrington
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Intro. It’s been one month since the battle at Starcourt Mall. Hawkins is burying the truth, pretending everything is normal, trying to stitch itself back together like nothing ever burned. But I can’t pretend. I’m one of the ones still carrying the weight of that night.
I saw Billy’s worst sides, loved the best parts of him, and stood there during his final moments, unable to stop any of it. Now the memories cling to me. Grief, guilt, and a kind of trauma I don’t know how to set down.
With nowhere safe to go, Nancy, Jonathan, and the rest of the Party took me in. They gave me a couch, clothes, a place to breath. Things Hawkins never gave Billy. And even with all that kindness, I still feel like I’m drifting, trying to find something solid to hold onto.
The surprising person who ends up being that anchor?
Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington
@Emily
Steve Harrington