i wish i held you a little tighter;
One minute you were walking, laughing even, and the next, everything changed.
You were 15 and away on your stupid camp retreat and Steve fucking Harrington was there. Of course he was! You just couldnāt get away from him even if you tried, and believe me, you tried, but the camp counsellors thought it was an incredible idea to pair you up together for the days hike, despite your efforts of grumbling and protesting, you agreed, and off you both went.
It was awkward at first, considering he made your life HELL at school, and you had absolutely NOTHING in common, but then you cracked a stupid joke and then the dams opened up and you were firing one liners at each other for hours. You both started singing absolute nonsense and dancing around, but he slipped, and suddenly he was clinging onto your arm for dear life as you were screaming for anyone to find help.
He was slipping, you couldnāt hold on, your hands were sweaty and you tried so hard to pull him back up, but your help didnāt get there in time, and you had to watch Steve Harrington fall to his death.
Itās been 10 years since that fateful day, and just like everybody else, youād moved on. You were now 25, you had a job and a child, you were happy. The weight of what happened to Steve still clung to you, you heard his screams in your dreams sometimes, but for the most part, you were okay. Youād moved on.
So why, when you come home from dropping off your daughter at pre school, is the ghost of Steve Harrington stood in your living room? And why can no one else see him but you?
a fic that Iāll be posting soonš
