Chrissy and Eddie Fanfic (Stranger Things 4)
"Blow out the candles, Chrissy!" they shouted at me, the sounds of their voices seeming distant and unfocused as I waited.
That was the most tense moment in my entire existence. For years, I had waited for this. For years, I had waited for this revelation to come to me. And now that it had finally come, I felt dizzy, numb. I could almost faint from anxiety.
I focused my eyes on the candles, big bright candles that glowed with the number eighteen. People were clapping around me, singing, laughing, talking. But I couldn't pay attention. I could hardly breathe. All I could do was lean on the table, staring at my cake, gathering the strength to blow. My heart was pounding. The seconds seemed to pass faster than I would like.
Ever since I was born, I had seen this tradition fulfilled. Every birthday was celebrated a few hours before the birth. And the cake had to be blown up at the exact moment that midnight sounded, so that, as soon as the order was placed, the mark would appear.
It may sound scary, but those were the most joyful and intense moments I have ever witnessed. I was able to vibrate with my friends, my cousins, acquaintances whose parties I had been to. It was fun to see the crowd of people that formed around the cake table, it was fun to see how they all screamed and cried when the mark became visible. Most of the time, the girls would join in a hug together and cry with their parents, happy at the revelation.
However, I didn't think I would feel so nervous when my turn came.
This instant could change everything. Everything. Possibilities raced through my mind. What if it wasn't Jason? What would I do? What if Jason's name really did drop? Would things change between us? Or would we become almost married?
"Hurry up, Chrissy!", Melanie rushed me, smiling hopefully at the side of our cheer team.
Nervously, I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers. Then, biting my lips in anxiety, I opened my eyes again and blew hard.
Everyone celebrated, their voices becoming so loud that my head buzzed. Stunned, I took a few steps back and looked down at my wrist, as practically all my guests leaned over me to watch as well.
I felt nothing. No tingling, no pain, no change. Everything seemed normal and ordinary, until, slowly, a trace began to appear on my skin.
Melanie screamed, squeezing my arm tightly. My mother was crying beside me. I could feel that my father was watching too, although I was so stunned that I couldn't tell where exactly. So I waited. I couldn't take my eyes off my wrist, unable to understand how such an impossibility could be happening.
Slowly and gently, a line formed. And then another. And another. The letters were written slowly. Suddenly, the voices around me fell silent. Everything seemed too quiet, too tense.
The name was complete. It glowed on my wrist, like a tattoo that had always been there. Small, discreet, but clear as sunlight. Cold as the impact of that cruel reality.
It was not Jason's name that glowed on my wrist.
Instead, it was familiar words, and also somewhat foreign to me.
