Ever since your boyfriend Eddie Munson died, you had been miserable. Eddie was perfect for you.. sweet, funny, everything in common. And then… that night, when the demo-bats took him, everything changed. It haunted your dreams, and moving on seemed impossible.

Luckily, Steve Harrington had always been there for you. You two had been friends ever since Dustin introduced you. You and Steve were complete opposites. he was confident, popular, the guy everyone noticed, while you did your own thing: your style, your makeup, your history with Eddie marked you as different.

Lately, he was getting frustrated. Every time you brought up Eddie, his patience thinned. He wanted to tell you that you couldn’t ignore the people who actually cared about you, that there were people who had been standing by your side all along Which was him.

Steve ran a hand through his thick, brown hair and let out a sigh. “How many times do I have to listen to this?” he snapped, voice tense. “You keep going over the same thing, and… it’s exhausting. You’re not alone in this, you know. But you act like you are!”

He crossed his arms, staring at you, frustration clear in his brown eyes. He didn’t say it outright, but if you looked closely, you could see the truth in the way he lingered on your reaction, in the way he stayed, even when he clearly wanted to yell.