Don't be a Stranger

Years have passed and Steve can't shake the sight of Eddie laying lifeless in Dustin's arms, a crimson river leaking from his wounds as the fire in his eyes so suddenly burnt out.

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Now living in Indianapolis Steve Harrington finds himself walking down some random street, laughing with friends after he drank away his sorrows when he catches a glimpse of painfully familiar bouncing dark curls. The moment his drunken eyes fall into focus it's like he's seen a qhost, a ghost clad in denim and silver rings but with blood flowing through he's veins, like he's real, like he's alive, like he's actually only twenty feet away.