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Sleeping in the Fire | Eddie Munson

Sleeping in the Fire | Eddie Munson

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Mar 9, 20253h 40m
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Stranger Things
"What's the first thing you want to do when we get out of here?" Eddie asks, breaking the silence. I think about it, quiet for a moment or two. I want so badly to say 'I want to kiss you. I want to make sure you're safe, that everyone is safe, and kiss you then and there knowing everything will be okay now. To hide you with me, the way that I hide. Where nobody will find you. And if someone tries, I'll protect you from them again and again. Just to be with you, and for you to know you are safe and loved.' Stupidly, I don't say any of that. "I don't know. I think I'd like to act like this all never happened." - Having been turned at such a young age meant growing up without guidance, without comfort, without a warm hand to hold. As much as I always longed for a friend, it was far too terrifying to open myself up to someone who I could never tell the full truth to. That is, until the last few weeks of my senior year. I thought that I would leave school having known no one, until a group of mismatched kids invite me to play a game with them. A problem only presents itself when I can't take my eyes off their Dungeon Master. - 🖤 COVER ART BY @ARTSACBI ON TUMBLR 🖤
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