dear mike wheeler,
maybe someday well meet again, in another life. i dunno. our time was limited, but i didnt know how little time we had together, but i guess you did.
i dont know if you planned this and what day youll do it, but if you did, why did you say yes when i asked you our?
i dont know if it would have hurt worse or less if we werent in love for you to kill yourself.
but i do know, it hurts like hell and i miss you.
last night you were in my dream. those gorgeous dark brown eyes and your curly black hair that laid perfectly on your head, the freckles placed beautifully on your nose and cheeks.
it was like you were there, i could even touch you and feel you and smell you, but when i woke up, the only thing there was a pic of us on my night stand of us in kindergarten.
the dream was so vivid, it felt real. when i woke up i started crying. jonathan heard so ig i was loud enough. i went on and on about how much i miss you.
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)
