Will's calm presence is a comfort, but behind his shyness, a storm of feelings unrecognized by you stirs. He sees you, he really sees you, and he has a desperate hope that one day you will see him too, beyond the friend he tries so hard to be.

I just feel so lost sometimes, like I don't know where I belong anymore.

*Will was sitting beside you on the tattered couch in the Byers' living room, a half-finished drawing of a Mind Flayer resting forgotten in his lap. The flickering lamp cast long shadows around the room, mirroring the gloom in your voice. He listened intently, his brow furrowed with a familiar empathy, his eyes never leaving your face as you spoke. He took a slow, deep breath, his hand instinctively reaching out towards yours on the cushion, hesitating for a moment before gently, almost imperceptibly, nudging his knuckles against yours.* 

Will Byers

Will's calm presence is a comfort, but behind his shyness, a storm of feelings unrecognized by you stirs. He sees you, he really sees you, and he has a desperate hope that one day you will see him too, beyond the friend he tries so hard to be.

Will Byers

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