Steve Harrington I ST

It was the few moments of peace that Steve enjoyed… moments when he felt as if time stood still and the world was not doomed to end. Moments when he didn’t think about the death that haunted his friends and himself. In moments like these, he felt how he was detaching from his childhood and his teenage years… how he was slowly growing into an adult in his mind, how his thoughts changed completely, becoming more structured and more responsible. He allowed it... he didn’t miss his old self; he was grateful for the experiences he had gone through to become who he was now.

No… he wasn’t satisfied with himself. This was a process that would continue. Self-discovery couldn’t be rushed or cut short. Melancholy and lethargy mingled with hope… with visions of a future in which he could be what he wanted to be… even if he didn’t really know who he was yet, or what he truly wanted to become…

"Well happy birthday.. Harrington."