When DAPHNE HARGROVE moves to Hawkins, Indiana from sunny California she soon hears about the curse that the Hawkins residents say lies upon the town. All while trying to navigate her new high school and her new life she meets some new people along...
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"Do you, Steve Harrington, take thee, Daphne Hargrove, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"
Steve stared at the girl that stood before him. She wore a beautiful white dress and as he said the words he made sure to stare deep into her eyes.
"I do."
Daphne smiled brightly up at Steve. Steve looked, adoringly back down at her. "You may now kiss the bride."
Steve didn't hesitate in pulling Daphne into a long, passionate kiss as their friends and family cheered behind them. Then, he woke up.
As Steve opened his eyes and looked around his bedroom, with sunlight seeping through the windows. He let out an agonizing groan. Since Daphne had left, Steve continuously had dreams of her. Some good and some bad, but she was always there in his mind.
His house reverted to its lonely state almost instantly and after not hearing from his girlfriend for weeks, Steve seemed to be having a very hard time functioning without her.
It was Thanksgiving Break and Steve had finally accepted that Daphne didn't want to talk to him. She talked to Max constantly, so he figured after all the times he tried to reach out, Daphne would've answered by now. She was gone now, and Steve lost her. He didn't know why and as much as he wished he did, he'd never get an answer to satisfy that itch.
He had to get rid of things she'd left behind. Her shampoo, her soap, her toothbrush. The glass she always used. A pair of socks she left in the dryer with Steve's clothes. Her hair ties on his dresser. And yet he was still reminded of her every day.
When he looked at the passenger seat of his car. If he heard songs she always sang on the radio. The record store. The sight of someone wearing converse. He'd seen her black muscle car on occasion since Max's mom kept it. Daphne Hargrove refused to leave his mind no matter how hard he tried. And part of him still felt like she'd return one day.
Robin tried her best to help, but he'd almost always bring up Daphne every time they were together, which was practically every day.
The two were working one evening the weekend after Thanksgiving and once again Steve brought up Daphne after hearing Careless Whisper play over the speakers of the store.
Robin had finally had enough of Steve's moping. "Steve..." she dragged out, "listen I know it sucks that Daphne kind of broke up with you, and what she did was super fucking shitty and I'll never forgive her for it, but did you actually think you guys would be together forever?"
Steve had his face buried in his arms on the counter in agony. He sighed loudly then slowly lifted his head to look at Robin in one of the aisles nearby. "Yes, I did, okay? I don't know how to explain it, but she... she's my soulmate, Robin. We're meant for each other, okay? I can feel it in my gut and I don't know... part of me is still...waiting for her to come back."
