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Will still remembers the long drive to their new house, new town, new state. He still remembers the stinging feeling of salt on his cheeks, no longer rosey (to be entirely fair, they haven’t been rosey, or even a peachy pink, for a long, long time… about three years). But, most of all, he remembers the strange cocktail of relief and despair, leaving Hawkins behind.
Will looked over to Jonathan and smiled.
Things would be better this year. They’re moving, far, far away from the havoc; they had to be better this year.
Things, of course, would somehow manage to stay the exact fucking same, because, because this, this was the new normal, whether Will Byers liked it or not.
If he wanted a different destiny? Well, damn, he would have to carve it out him-fucking-self.