without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

...here.

 batsittter!
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he’s not very familiar with henry, beyond the little he’s interacted with him at evie’s house when he’s hanging out with her and her parents, but evie…  evie is another story.  he pales a little at the ferocity in the mayor’s expression.    i…    he’s stupid.  he can’t believe he’s doing this.  he signs so many papers around christmas of ‘83, so many government documents, that his hand cramps.  he knows the way he’s supposed to keep his lips tightly shut about all this.  but…  she’s a mom.  and he’s a sucker for parents who care, strange as the phenomenon seems to him and his own experiences.    evie’s okay.  she’s been with me this whole time, and…  i don’t know about henry.  but…  that stuff that got will byers?  really got him?  it’s back.  

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there is a moment where she just stares at him, slowly blinking a few times, features stoic save for the disbelief sparkling in her eyes. months. it had taken months and months for her to get any information on what had happened in her small town in the year past. everything was redacted, she never had the proper clearance, if it wasn’t one thing it was another. and then, like it was some great burden, her teenage daughter’s boyfriend is giving up the information like it’s a shoplifted candy bar.   ‘   what really got him ?   ’   she repeats his words, swallows the thick lump that began to form in her throat. ‘  that stuff  ’ sounded so terribly inhuman, she was nearly afraid to ask.   ‘   what stuff ? like - poison … ?   ’   something told her it was not poison.

(Source: fairsts-a)

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