Weeks turned into months, and the scars on Hawkins, remained. The rifts were gone, the temporal anomalies ceased, but the town was forever changed. Buildings stood partially rebuilt, some still bearing the marks of the Upside Down's touch, others replaced by new, unfamiliar structures. The military presence had finally receded, leaving behind a community grappling with a shared, unspoken trauma.
The group, now older and irrevocably altered, found themselves navigating a world without their strongest weapon, their guiding light. Max remained in a coma, a constant, painful reminder of their losses. Yet, amidst the grief and the lingering fear, a fragile sense of hope began to emerge. They were survivors, and their bond, forged in fire and shadow, was stronger than ever. They faced the future, not with the certainty of victory, but with the quiet resilience of those who had seen the worst and still chose to fight for the best.
𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕?
ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᵇᵇᶦᵗ
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔,
ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᶦⁿ ʰᵒʳˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰᶠᵘˡ
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕.
➛ two shattered mirrors,
putting themselves back together.
there was always one piece neither could fill,
the last piece to make themselves real.
**** DEDICATED TO @strangergvf0423 ****
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#14 in dungeonsanddragons
Eddie Munson x FemOC
7.15.2022 - 9.25.2022