one day, years later, someone will ask will byers if he has a sister, and he’ll say he had a twin. he’ll say she died in an earthquake, but still lives in every painting he makes. he’ll say she loved purple. he’ll say they had similar taste in music, loved going outdoors together, and she stole his clothes. he won’t say those clothes are still in the box. he won’t say she was a superhero
he’ll just say twin
because that’s what el and will have always been to each other: twins
