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Narrative or Open Spam [08 Nov 2017|12:04pm]
[He remembers when he liked Stepford okay. Sure, he'd missed his friends before, but Eleven had been here. Now he misses home because he's worried about Will and the others, because being here just plain hurts. He's older now, has learned more in the last year about loss and grief and pain and loneliness that he knew before. More than he ever wanted to know.

Will has been different. Something was missing from him and Mike is afraid he's not going to get it back, and he doesn't know how to help him. Dustin and Lucas have been competing for Max's attention and he just knows that's not going to end well, if they all manage to survive being attacked by demodogs. Nancy's too wrapped up in her own drama with Steve and Jonathan to care about anything else and his parents --

Well his parents don't have the slightest clue about what's really gone on, and he's pretty sure even if they did, they wouldn't care. All his mom cares about is that he doesn't cause trouble and make her look bad in front of the other parents, and his dad only cares about the television. It is what it is.

Mike has done his best to remain as steady as he can for Will's sake -- because right now Will is the only one who actually needs him. But when he's not around Will, or when they're in the group, he finds concentration difficult. His chest always feels just a little too tight. His nerves just a little too raw. At night he dreams of Will vanishing, of Eleven dissolving right in front of him as she kills the demogoron. It's not conducive to decent rest, to say the least.

Here, he finds himself arguing with Teacup almost daily even though he's older than she is. Her repeated voicing of wanting to take over El's room sends red hot anger flaring through his veins and he storms out on her more than once. The nightmares get worse.

She isn't dead. She can't be dead. She can't be.

Today he takes off out of the house on his bike, riding through town aimlessly. He doesn't have a destination in mind, and he doesn't really care that much about where he ends up. He just needs to be out of the house for awhile.]
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