Why Didn't I Learn To Treat Everything Like It Was The Last Time? My Greatest Regret Was How Much I Believed In The Future.
STRANGER THINGS ╱ steve harrington
season 1 - 5
Bernadette Cathry was a fixer. The girl carefully glued back the cracked pieces of porcelain, leaving no trace of the ghostly emptiness that had been there. She crafted machines, sketched blueprints, and plans on how to put all the pieces back together without speculation. Her hands trembled as she held up bricks and thick walls of issues waiting to be put down, waiting to settle in their own place, waiting to find their purpose. Bernie knew how to bring order to chaos, to heal what was hurt, to find solutions when all seemed lost. She sewed the frayed edges of life at the seams, with her worn-down needle and thread.
She was a fixer, it was in her blood. As the silver needle poked and probed at her calloused fingers drawing blood, she ignored it all. Because once Bernie began to mend something that was getting in the way of her being able to go on with life, she didn't stop until the last drop of glue was used. Until the bottle had been squeezed of all life and cut open with the drops of sticky solution plopping out. Bernadette could fix anything from electronic devices to bicycles to clogged sinks. But it seemed as though no matter how hard she tried, the one thing she couldn't fix was herself.
