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chapter seventeen do you hate me? ♡
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To be royalty, you didn't need a crown. You had to have the ability to claim yourself as an individual ; you had to carry yourself. To be royalty, you had to understand that everything that happened in your life-time is part of the process.
Living life requires some sort of base... a base that you as a person have to build yourself. Yulette desperately tried to understand this knowledge... but she couldn't grip on it.
"Eleven," Mike sighed as he saw the one he had missed so dearly. It had been so long without her around ; he had hoped this day would come, and it finally did. "Mike," Eleven responded as they embraced each other into a heart-warming hug.
Max's eyebrow raised as she stared at the two hugging in front of her, "Is that...?" Lucas and Dustin subtly nodding as Yulette glanced at the couple in front of her. She wished for something like that someday, it probably wasn't possible.
She may have liked Max, but she was almost certain it wouldn't work out. They were different ; even though there was always some sort of connection between them.
"I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for-"
"353 days. I heard."
The love of Eleven and Mike was strange... it was distant but strong. How did their relationship- or whatever they had survive for so long? The answer was that they'd always go back to each other ; no matter what. There would always be a peep hole for them to slightly grasp onto each other, slowly holding long enough to make it to each other.
"Why didn't you tell me you were there?" Mike asked, he certainly didn't understand that this was all hard on her too. Eleven had to escape a horrific place, only to find the best thing that had ever happened to her - Yulette could relate to that so much. One day she was in pain, the next she was day-dreaming about Max Mayfield. "That you were okay?"
Yulette always wondered if Sofia ever thought about her, maybe even regretted the things she had done ; what if she didn't mean it? What if she was forced to do it? That couldn't be the answer. She was just a pure homophobe. "Because I wouldn't let her,"
