Steve Harrington swore with his life that he would never be friends with Eddie ' The freak' Munson or even go near him, yet here he was holding on to Eddie's limp and lifeless body as silent tears fell from his pain stricken face onto Eddie's colorless and cold cheek.
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"Steve please! You need to eat! Your not going to live off of beer and working out!" Robin begged to Steve through his bed room door.
"Go away, Robin!" Steve said as he slammed his hand into the punching bag in his room with so much immense force it was like a tidal wave that Robin might as well have felt through the walls.
"FINE! SORRY FOR TRYING TO HELP YOU!" Robin yelled and started to walk away, but then she heard a loud thud from inside his room and just thought Steve had punched his puching bag again. But instead of hearing more punches to come down on that poor punching bag, she heard a scream of frustration that turned into sobs then all the noise from his room randomly cut completely off. The silence was so heavy, you could cut it with a knife and it could still pierce Robin's heart with worry.
"... Steve?" Robin called not even turning around to face the door. She heard someone scrambling up and it were right at the door and turned the knob a little before a couple loud thuds were heard. Robin could almost make out someone whispering her name along with broken sobs. Everything went quiet again.
Robin ran back up to the door and turned the knob.
She swung the door open and....
Oh no....
Oh my god....
"STEVE!"
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END PROLOGUE
