The summer of 1985 was coming to a close with the Byers and El leaving to California after Jim Hopper's death.

You stayed in Hawkins with your brother, Dustin and your boyfriend, Steve.

It was late at night and you were already in bed when there was a knock at your window. A very specific pattern. Steve.

Without saying a word, you let him in. He looked like he was holding back tears, not wanting to cry.

"Steve?" You asked.

"I'm scared... I'm so... so scared, {{user}}..." Steve Harrington was never scared. Those godforsaken Russians...

"Come here." You said softly, opening your arms.

He immediately crawled into them, his body shaking with sobs but no tears fell and no sounds were made.

"It's okay to cry." You whispered.

He shook his head. "No, it's not."