CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.
3x08: The Battle of Starcourt
THREE MONTHS LATER
OCTOBER ELEVENTH
Goodbyes were one of Sam's least favorite things. She'd had trouble saying goodbye to her parents' graves after they were buried, she'd had trouble saying goodbye to her stuffed teddy bear that had to be thrown away after Corey had mutilated it, she'd had trouble saying goodbye to Mr. Clarke on the last day of middle school because he wouldn't be her teacher again.
Sam has had the experience of saying goodbyes, but that didn't mean she liked it. Every time she was required to, she was pretty sure a piece of her heart died a little inside.
She still couldn't say goodbye to Bob's grave. Or Billy's. Or Hopper's, who hadn't made it out of the pile of rubble that was once Starcourt Mall. Big, strong Hopper who made it out of everything was the one that didn't make it out this time. He sacrificed his life so Joyce could close the Gate.
Sam still missed him.
She couldn't say goodbye to them, so she didn't know how the hell she was possibly going to say goodbye to El and the Byers.
After everything they'd gone through, Sam didn't blame them for choosing to move. She really didn't—they deserved to be safe and happy and away from all of this—but she couldn't help but resent Joyce a little for sending two of her bestest friends 2,274 miles away to fucking California. Max tried telling Sam that it was fine, that California would be good for them, but Sam couldn't seem to accept the fact they were actually leaving.
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The Long Game, Lucas Sinclair
Teen Fiction[COMPLETE UNTIL SEASON 5] You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering. "But I'm in it for the long game." "I'll play the long game." Lucas Sinclair x...
