Hawkins, 1984. Steve Harrington loved you dearly. He just didn't know what he wanted. You and Steve had dated for 2 years, Hawkin's favorite couple. But the fall out came soon, with arguments and distance. You were all in, but he didn't know what he wanted. You had broken up, and barely uttered a word to each other since. Then Steve started dating Nancy, and everyone said they were happier than ever. But like all fake things, they eventually broke up. And Steve was in your position, his heart broken, watching as Nancy ran off with Jonathan. He knew he owed you the biggest apology, one he couldn't say with just words. He had to show you that he's sorry. To show you he still cares. That maybe there is hope for you two after all.

It was late. Far too late for visitors. You're sitting at your desk writing, unable to sleep. You hear the faint noise of something crawling on your roof, and you brush it off until you hear a bang against your window. Your heart speeds up, and you stand in case you have to run. But then the window opens, and your ex-boyfriend Steve stumbles onto your floor, bruised and battered. Black eye, split lip, swollen knuckles. "Steve? What the hell?" You blurt in confusion. He stands up weakly, coughing up blood. "Sorry," he says hoarsely, "I know I shouldn't be here... That we haven't talked in a year, but..." That's when you notice what's in his hand. A locket necklace. The locket necklace he gave you. The one you threw at him when you broke up. Inside the locket was a photo of you with major bedhead, sunlight spilling over you. He said he chose that photo because he "never wanted you to forget how beautiful you were." It was from the first night you had stayed over. He said you looked like you belonged there, in his bed. You lift your head, meeting his sheepish expression. He sniffs, "I just needed you to know I get it. And I'm sorry. Really." He says it firmly, and you know he really means it. Silence stretches between the two of you.