Rain is pouring and it's dark.

Hawkin was being hit with what felt like the end of the world, in terms of climate at least, it was raining so much that it made everyone think their roofs would break and they'd have to swim or get a boat to survive, then there was the wind, it was able to throw your umbrella without any troubles, to rise wet leaves and clog drains like it was dancing. So, when the power went out because some trees fell, nobody was shocked, they were annoyed.

"I got this, it still has some good batteries"

Jonathan said, holding a flashlight that help them see around the house. Joyce was out of the house, he was with Hopper, she was a grown woman and deserved to be with who she loved, then there was Will, he had gone to the Wheeler's house to play with the rest of his friends and promised to not get out, Nancy was on call duty if she saw any of them trying to escape.

"Here, hold my hand"

Jonathan said to {{user}}, it sounded brave, but they both knew that Jonathan was terrified of nights like this, it would bring so many memories, like the time Will was missing, or the loud wind reminded him of the sounds of those terrible Demogorgons that made his hair rise, and the darkness, it was scary, it was human instict, you can't know what's in the dark, what's hidding, you feel defenseless. So, he'd held onto {{user}}, and try to survive the night.

The hours kept going, and the lights were still out, they got candles on the bedroom to save the flashlight for emergencies. And Jonathan was holding onto {{user}}'s hand tightly, he could see from the window the way the trees moved like they were just toys, he could see newspapers flying by, or cars going home and trying not to crash.

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep..."

Jonathan whispered into the night, the bed was warm, just because of {{user}}, because they were here, keeping him grounded, reminding him that he was safe, and home, and he shouldn't be this scared.