Nancy

She didn't see him at first. He was sitting down, level with the grave markers. By the time she did see him, she knew that she'd finally found Will's grave. Who else's grave would Jonathan Byers be sitting in front of so intently?

Why she didn't call out, she didn't know. Maybe she didn't want to startle Jonathan; he looked so peaceful. But that is exactly what Nancy did, apparently.

She was only a few graves away when Jonathan stiffened. She opened her mouth to say something, but he jumped up so quickly, she didn't have the chance. Suddenly they were facing each other, him breathing rapidly, looking shocked and her with her mouth half open, looking ridiculous.

Nancy clamped her mouth shut.

"You surprised me," Jonathan said. He slowly relaxed.

"I'm sorry," she replied and she really was. Suddenly she felt like she'd interrupted a private moment. Even if the grave held nothing more than a dummy, it had an emotional significance to the Byers family. "I'm sorry," she repeated. "I'll go."

As she turned, Jonathan called out, "No." Nancy stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. She pursed her lips questioningly. "No, stay. It's fine, really. I was just surprised is all."

She joined him at the grave. Jonathan was staring at the headstone, lost for a moment in reverie, and Nancy watched him curiously. His hair draped forward with the tilt of his head, framing his face and brushing his cheekbones. In his left hand was his camera – a trademark of Jonathan, though it felt odd to see one in a cemetery.

"Why are you here?" he asked. He looked up, catching Nancy's eyes as she quickly turned her face away.

Nancy took a minute to consider her response. "Well, I didn't know Will's grave would still be here," she said. After another minute she cleared her throat and stuffed her hands into her pockets, still avoiding Jonathan's gaze. "I've been thinking about what happened, you know? And Barb. We never even got her body. It's just," she turned to find Jonathan studying her. "It's just, there's no closure. And then I remembered Will's funeral and I wondered if he still had a grave since, well, he's not dead. But Barb…"

Jonathan nodded sympathetically. "I know. I'm sorry"

Nancy turned to face him. "Does it seem like everyone else has just forgotten what happened?"

"Yes," he breathed.

"They're all working so hard to embrace normal life again and I can't even sleep because I know, Jonathan, I know that it's…" She trailed off, catching herself before she said something that sounded insane.

"Not over?" Jonathan finished for her.

She looked up at him and nodded silently.

She realized two things at that moment - she was shaking despite the warm, late-spring air and she'd never been able to confide in anyone about her fears until now.