I can’t lose you transports Will back to a pizza kitchen, sterile surfaces, buzzing strip lights, holding Els cold, wet hand as Mike tried to give her the strength to fight on. It opens the lid on something festering, something he shoved into a box and put a lid on along with all the insults from his father. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. Will has tried not to let it hurt, to pretend that he doesn’t mind that the best day of Mikes life was the worst of his.
Will steps back, flashes Mike a hurt look but tries to school his face into something more neutral as soon as he realises he’s done it. He doesn’t pull his hand away even though he wants to. His sweater is starting to feel heavy with rain.
Will blinks down at where Mike is holding his hand as if to tether him to the real world instead of the war raging inside him between staying or going, the choice to put everyone he loves in danger or just himself. They could run away. Mike would rather walk into the upside down with him than let him go alone. He tries to imagine Mike saying any of that to Dustin or Lucas even Max, but he can’t. He opens his mouth and shuts it again abruptly to stop himself from saying I’m not your girlfriend, Mike. He tries to stop shifting his weight from foot to foot, to keep his eyebrows from knitting together.
Wills heart is in his mouth and for the first time in weeks it isn’t because One and the Mindflayer are getting to him. He tilts his head and studies Mikes face as if he’ll find answers without having to ask the questions. He finds nothing.
Maybe the voice in his mind telling him you’re being delusional is right, he’s seeing things that aren’t there.
Mike is just trying to motivate you, you’re reading into it like an idiot. If you think back to every time Mike has spoken to you like this it’s been because you’re in danger, then as soon as you aren’t you’re disposable all over again.
He will always be disposable when he doesn’t need Mike to be his knight in shining armour, he has been every other time.
“Mike,” Wills voice cracks, the back of his neck prickles “I don’t need you to ride in on your white horse and save me, I don’t think I can be saved.” Doesn’t it feel better telling him the truth? “I don’t think you ever should have. I think I died that day, but your life started right? You should just let me go.”
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Will steps back, flashes Mike a hurt look but tries to school his face into something more neutral as soon as he realises he’s done it. He doesn’t pull his hand away even though he wants to. His sweater is starting to feel heavy with rain.
Will blinks down at where Mike is holding his hand as if to tether him to the real world instead of the war raging inside him between staying or going, the choice to put everyone he loves in danger or just himself. They could run away. Mike would rather walk into the upside down with him than let him go alone. He tries to imagine Mike saying any of that to Dustin or Lucas even Max, but he can’t. He opens his mouth and shuts it again abruptly to stop himself from saying I’m not your girlfriend, Mike. He tries to stop shifting his weight from foot to foot, to keep his eyebrows from knitting together.
Wills heart is in his mouth and for the first time in weeks it isn’t because One and the Mindflayer are getting to him. He tilts his head and studies Mikes face as if he’ll find answers without having to ask the questions. He finds nothing.
Maybe the voice in his mind telling him you’re being delusional is right, he’s seeing things that aren’t there.
Mike is just trying to motivate you, you’re reading into it like an idiot. If you think back to every time Mike has spoken to you like this it’s been because you’re in danger, then as soon as you aren’t you’re disposable all over again.
He will always be disposable when he doesn’t need Mike to be his knight in shining armour, he has been every other time.
“Mike,” Wills voice cracks, the back of his neck prickles “I don’t need you to ride in on your white horse and save me, I don’t think I can be saved.” Doesn’t it feel better telling him the truth? “I don’t think you ever should have. I think I died that day, but your life started right? You should just let me go.”