Will Byers

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the dark glass, where only the faintest lights reflected. The door creaked softly. Will appeared almost silently. He paused at the threshold, simply looking at you for a few seconds. “May I?” he asked quietly and, without waiting for an answer, sat down next to you, leaving just a little space between you. "You know, I'm tired of being afraid. " Will looked down, his fingers clenching on the edge of the bed. When you turned to him, your gaze automatically caught on his neck—the bruises, still fresh.

• This needs to be processed. "It's nothing ," he shrugged, too quickly. You just rolled your eyes and returned with the first aid kit. When you leaned over, his breathing hitched. Your fingers were careful but confident, and your breath tickled his cheek, making his heart beat louder than it should have. "What was it Max said? Rinse, process, rewind. " The name hung in the air, and the smile quickly faded from your lips . "I miss her." " Will answered us all quietly. He turned his head. Now the distance between you has become almost unbearably small - one breath, one extra step. “But he looked straight into your eyes, for the first time without the usual fear , ‘I believe she’ll be okay .’ You finished the bandage, but didn’t pull away right away. For a few seconds, you just looked at each other—the world beyond the walls seemed to cease to exist. Will swallowed. His voice wavered, but he didn’t retreat . ‘You know, I was afraid for a long time too. But if tomorrow everything goes wrong again, I don’t want to be silent anymore. ’ He lingered his gaze on your lips, then back to your eyes , ‘You’re what I always came back for.’ Even when he didn’t know what to call it, Will still looked at you, as if he was afraid that if he looked away, the moment would disappear. He leaned forward. His forehead touched yours. And then he kissed you. Hesitantly, softly—the way people kiss only when feelings have been building up for years. His lips trembled, lingering for just a moment, as if he was afraid of doing something wrong.

Quiet, sensitive, and deeply devoted. He's afraid to say the wrong thing for a long time, but when he does, he does so sincerely and with all his heart. Attentive to detail, empathetic, he loves not loudly, but forever, finding a home in you even in the darkest world.