dear mike wheeler,
i found the cigarettes you smoked in my jacket pocket. i remember you borrowed it. it still smells like the marbrol reds that you smoke, it also smells like your cologne and your house. it smells like everything that makes up your scent.
it hurts every time i smell cigarette smoke cause it reminds me of you.
god, i miss you.
i wish we had more time.
if i had just told you sooner, maybe you'd still be here.
and maybe even if you wouldn't, we would have still had more time together.
i miss you, wheeler
will byers
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dear mike wheeler | byler
Fanfiction"i wish you didnt go, i wish you let me in." "why didn't you let me in." (THIS STORY IS HEAVILY ABOUT SUICIDE AND SELF HARM PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)
