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Mike I am so sorry

He visited Hawkins often in his 1986 Ford. He helped his mom mop the floors and quizzed Holly on plant anatomy. He saved his old Yoda figurine and DnD board and organized the Wheeler family yard sale so Holly and his mom could downsize for their new townhome in Edgewater.

All the while, he studied at the front desk of the printing lab during his free time, saving his earnings for a solo post-graduation trip. He and his friends drank beer and snuck into Second City shows through their acting friends. Melanie asked one day about his dating life, since he never offered any information about it himself. He spoke vaguely of the girl he loved once, a long time ago, the young woman he would never grow with to see her become an adult.

He took his post-graduation trip in a white fog and a haze of self-doubt. One month later, he woke up for his day shift, red eyes squinting in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. He abhorred taking photos of himself, and often refused to look at developed film that his friends passed around.

His arms reached out to grab a new toothpaste tube on the shelf inside the bathroom mirror. The sleeves of his blue tee-shirt tightened around his biceps. Mike frowned. He’d owned this shirt since he was in high school, and it was always loose around his arms. He shut the bathroom mirror and examined his body closely. His shoulders had broadened, and his face had filled out its odd lines and curves. His fingers were no longer soft and doughy like when he was twelve, or even fifteen. Medical glove use and extensive hand washing had stripped the moist oils on his palms. His fingers were dry now.

A startling realization punched Mike to the ground. If they met again, he may not even recognize El. Has her body and touch changed? Had her voice? Did she have different interests now, like Mike? He didn’t know El anymore, he only knew of her memory.

Still, he knew if he could never be with El again, he didn’t want to be with anyone else. She was a potent medicine that lingered in his veins - he couldn’t move on with someone else when she was in his system, when she would always be in his system. For years, he had abandoned hope of reuniting with El. Sure, from time to time, after one too many drinks, he dared to entertain the idea. At Lucas and Max’s reception, he teared up at Erica’s speech, wondering if he and El would have such a beautiful wedding when they reunited again.

No, he quickly exiled the thought into the darkest corner of his mind. That’s not going to happen. You haven’t seen or felt her in years.

He stopped imagining her life, wherever she was. Her future used to be a blank canvas he loved thinking about; now it was a white void Mike desperately wanted to escape. Sometimes, the intrusive thoughts crept in: El found someone she loves more than you, she’s happily married with them and living on a sheep farm, she’s completely different and you don’t know her anymore, you never knew her.

What the fuck would it be like to tell Lucas that all his worst fears had been validated in a single day?

#i promise you will have lots of sex and dates and a happy family with the love of your life #*hug*#me: i need to stop sharing exercepts #also me: omggggg this is tea i need to share #fic progress #atdidl

“Life’s too short

To worry about things that we got wrong

So hug all your friends and let them know

You’re not letting go

No, I won’t let go, oh”

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