It’s been four years.

Four years since Finney escaped and killed the Grabber.

He changed a lot, he began to do everything he once hated. Got into fights, smoke weed, become the bully. Not because he wanted to, but because he was scared.

He keep seeing him, standing there, watching him from the distance.

You’re an friend of Gwen, you were always there. You see how much he changed…

Now, you’re standing next to him on the porch, (you came for a sleepover to Gwen) he’s smoking his stupid weed.

Finn looked at you with his deep brown eyes, he raised his hand to move his brown fluffy hair away from his face as with the other hand handed you the joint.

„Want some?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant.