I think I was dreaming about memories from before. Back in Hawkins.
[His holding her does wonders to soothe her, and she almost doesn't explain further than that. But he wants to know what's bothering her, and she doesn't want to make him any more tense than he already is.]
About my mom. My friends at school. But then I remembered how I died. And I guess it kept replaying over and over again. But there was something different about it. That monster's voice told me he'd always know where to find me. That I couldn't hide from him.
[And if she didn't know any better, she'd think that he was watching her, even now.]
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[His holding her does wonders to soothe her, and she almost doesn't explain further than that. But he wants to know what's bothering her, and she doesn't want to make him any more tense than he already is.]
About my mom. My friends at school. But then I remembered how I died. And I guess it kept replaying over and over again. But there was something different about it. That monster's voice told me he'd always know where to find me. That I couldn't hide from him.
[And if she didn't know any better, she'd think that he was watching her, even now.]