Mileven One shots <33

Mystery boy pt3

El's pov:

Mike's really nice to me.
I've never felt this type of love before.No one has cared for me like he does.I've never been appreciated until now.

Its sad but I got used to it.Now I'd have to get used to be treated nicely.To have someone ask 'how did you sleep' when I wake up was a new thing.A nice new thing thankfully.

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I lay in bed,still feeling like absolute shit even after 2 days.I cried all as I began to recall the events of two nights ago.I remembered the guy,the way he touched me and kissed me.
As I cried Mike of course he didn't leave my side,he loves so wholly that I get the idea he's too pure for this world.
Then there's me,a burden.

As much as Mike planted soft kisses on my bruises,trying to tell me that he was happy he found me,I couldn't understand why he'd be happy to have a random girl in his house.

I got up and picked up some of his clothes that he'd given me.They looked brand new,almost never used.

We met again in the bathroom,I brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush that was supposedly new,out of the package.

He grinned at me.I couldn't help but notice how tired he looked though.
I'd ruined him already.Dark circles appeared under his eyes and the light from his irises had gone out like a flame.

I pushed that thought away and stepped closer to him.His long arms wrapped around me tightly,toothpaste dripped onto the floor and he quickly wiped it away with his foot.

Suddenly he lost his balance,both of us toppling to the floor.I giggled as I looked at the position we were in.Both of us stood up,embarrassed.Heat rising on our faces.

"Hey,why don't I take you out..somewhere,"the nervousness in his voice told me he was asking me out for a date.

"Ok Mystery Boy,"I smirked and leaned in to quickly kiss his nose.

I thought about it.A date with Mike.A sudden emotion filled me up.Fear.Its hard.Its hard to get out of the house again for me.Yesterday after I stopped crying he suggested we go on a walk.I turned the offer down straight away,not letting him even finish his sentence.I felt so guilty afterwards even though I knew he wasn't angry.

"El?Are you ok?"he placed one hand on my shoulder.He was so gentle with me.He'd make leaving the house easier.

I nodded,watching the girl in the mirror do the same.
"El?"I asked shakily,repeating what he had called me.

"I figured you should have a nickname,"he looked at me.

I watched his eyes in the mirror though.The way they flickered from side to side with such grace.

The girl in the mirror smiled and so did I.

Mikes pov:

I took her cold hand in my warm one and walked out of the house.The air was cold,perfect for this type of a walk.

"So...El.Why were you in the bar,"I asked,and even though I said those words I was truly asking.El,what's your story?

She didn't have much to say.She told me everything.Her story.More like a tragic novel written about her life.

The tension grew between us.I was lost for words after she had told me.For all these years I've been alive,I've never realised that my life was so perfect.I didn't live in a small house with two extremely strict parents that ordered me around and treated me like a slave.No.
My life was perfect and hers wasn't.
That was the difference between us.

We walked into a small ice cream shop.She picked the cheapest thing whilst I picked the most expensive.As much as I begged her to choose something else she refused,said she didn't want to waste my money.I had so much of it though.

We chose a table to sit down at and ate our ice cream in silence.She finished hers in a few minutes whilst I still ate mine.I pushed it away.I had lost my appetite.

She looked like she was about to cry again.I joined our hands together,interlacing our fingers.Creating a bond.

We walked back to the park and sat down on a bench across from a tree.

She looked at me and whispered something.

Then she disappeared,the faint memory of her face somewhere in the back of my head.

I looked down at her headstone.Her name beautifully written on it.

Eleven Jane Hopper
3.9.1971-4.8.1988
An amazing friend to all

I got off the bench that she was never sitting on.I crouched down in front of the headstone.

"Until the day we meet again I will keep you in my heart.Forever.Until I can see your face again in person,I'll see it just everywhere else.I'll feel your touch wherever I go.Till we meet again,I love you El and forever will."

Warm tears streaked my face.I cried against the cold stone,the wind wrapping me in its embrace because she couldn't anymore.
She never got to experience anything.

When I found out about her death I learned it was suicide just a few days after we went out for the ice cream.
I blamed myself for years and years the story of how we met always haunting me.

It was too late now though.I pressed my lips against the lifeless stone and walked away.Holding her close in my heart because that was her home.

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I just cried writing this.
Omg.
Bet u didn't expect that twist at the end.
Heh
Hope u enjoyed even though it was sad :(

Oh and if u didn't understand the story,basically the whole thing before was his memory of her and how they met and then the part where he was on the bench in front of her grave was actually present day.So everything else that happened was just his memory..yeah sad.

-Ally