In which, Robin Buckley's younger sister tries to help save Hawkins from Vecna while nursing a broken heart over her dead boyfriend and being a part of an unexpected love triangle.
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Contains dark themes (drug use, death, g...
( songs for the chapter ) behind blue eyes // the who bigger than the whole sky // taylor swift
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The tension was back. That stomach turning, anxious feeling that fills the air with no permission and just glides between everyone in the car. That tension that makes the air so thick you can cut it with a knife.
In the passenger seat, Ruby's leg won't stop bouncing with unease, a lump tightening itself inside her throat and threatening to cut her air supply. She knew where they were headed, she was the only one who knew for sure, but she could sense the others' lack of knowledge of that specific detail was making them nervous, which, of course, made her nervous too. When the people she loves are in distress, so is she.
Steve's eyes wandered to the back seat every few seconds, waiting for Max's instructions while making sure everyone was as fine as they can be in the meantime. He cupped his jaw with his hand and pressed his forefinger to his lips as though he's deep in thought. Ruby couldn't help as the corner of her mouth moved upward from behind her curtain of brown hair and smiled gently to herself at his motherly actions.
Max removed her attention from the window and spoke up, breaking the long lived silence and anticipation.
"Turn here."
"Here?" Dustin asked softly, apparently puzzled as his gaze shifted between Max's profile from his space in the middle of the backseat, separating her and Lucas, and the road in front of them.
Max simply nodded, catching Ruby's eyes in the rearview mirror, before turning back to look out the window.
Ruby sighed, breath shaking as they turned the all too familiar corner, as the feared sign came into view.
ROANE HILL CEMETERY
It's almost unfair. How cemeteries are always so aesthetically pleasing. Beautiful tall trees, thick branches that can stretch for multiple inches, giving necessary shade in days where the sun can sometimes be too brutal, the rays too powerful, beams too bright. Giving the mourners a break under their wooden arms or simply a supportive surface to lean on when it all becomes too much. The never ending blankets of green grass, that can make the darkest of places seem a bit more soothing.
Graveyards.
They're always so tranquil and quiet, as if even nature itself won't dare to disturb the resting dead lying beneath the surface. Giving them the peace they deserve after, hopefully, long, full lives. It's probably why most people won't step foot in them unless they have to. They're so quiet it's eerie. Scary. Frightening. But for some people, comforting. Giving them the necessary environment to just be.
Be sad, be angry, be frustrated. Be themselves. Be who they are after loss. Form themselves from the nothingness of hurt and agony, form themselves into new people, people who are alone now. People who have lost. The demise of a loved one bringing the demise of their soul. It's comforting in that sense that nothing can bother them. They can hurt, they can cry, they can scream, and no one will complain, no one will judge, no one will know, no one will hear but the gravestone carved with the name of the source of the pain. No one will hear but the soul that can sooth it. That from beyond this life will guide their broken loved one back to happiness. Back to life.
