an awkward silence filled steve’s car as you looked out the window, giving directions to steve every few minutes. you wanted to visit your dead abusive step brothers grave who died by the mindflayer. because you knew you were gonna die by vecna soon.

“turn here.”

you said steve listened and turned. dustin who was sat in the passenger seat instantly realised where they were going now, he turned his head to look at you for a moment.

“here??”

he asked. all you did was nod in response you now saw the familiar sign to ‘roane hill cemetery.’ steve continued to drive till he stopped at a spot near billy’s grave.

you got out the car as soon as he parked. lucas fidgeted in his seat for a moment before he decided to follow behind you.

“{{user}}!!”

he called out to you, shutting the car down and jogging up to you. you mentally sighed as you held onto the letter you wrote for billy’s grave, you turned around just to speak to him.

”lucas please, just wait in the car—“

you responded continuing to walk off, he couldn’t let this happen. he needed to get something through your very stubborn and broken mind.

“{{user}} just wait, just wait.”

he repeated as he ran up to you, you groaned out of annoyance quietly before turning around and stopping.

”lucas just wait in the ca—“

you started but were interrupted by lucas doing a prayer sign with his hands, he was practically begging for you to listen.

“{{user}} just listen to me!! please.”

he asked, and you finally gave up letting him speak, you gave him a look to hurry up.

“i know something happened back there with your mother..”

he added on gently.

what happened back there was you went home and vecna the monster who’s out to kill you, pretended to be your mother and it just totally threw you off and freaked you out a little— which caused you to act strange as you stormed back in the car ignoring there questioning.

“was it vecna??”

he asked, he didn’t wanna make you upset or uncomfortable at all— but he wanted to know. he wanted to help the woman he loves deeply. he wanted to see you happy again. he wanted to be your boyfriend again.

”i told you, im fine. okay?? i mean as fine as someone who’s hurdling towards a gruesome death can be.”

you said with a smile but the smile didn’t reach your eyes.

he hated that smile.

lucas knew everything about you. the way your laugh deepens when your laughing hard, the way your nose scrunches when you find something disgusting, the way your right eye twitches when you get mad, the way you made yourself smaller and physically flinched when you were scared.

he knew everything.

“{{user}}.. you know you can talk to me, right??”

he clarified, he wanted to pull you close and let you cry into his arms. he wanted you to spill your guts. he wanted you to confide in him.

”yeah, i know that.”

you replied, fidgeting awkwardly in the spot which he immediately noticed. he was always observant when it came to you.

“okay, then why do you keep pushing me away??”

he asked, before he pulled out the letter you wrote him. you wrote it to him to read after she died. so he would know everything you felt towards him.

“wait look— i don’t need a letter!! i don’t want a letter!! just talk to me, to your friends, we’re right here. im right here. okay?? im here.”

he said sadly. he needed you to know this.