Don't do this to me; Byler

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6 years ago 2016

Please, Mike. Don't do this to me, don't leave me. I love you so. Please let me go, I have to be togheter with Eleven it's supposed to be that way. And what about us, you're trowing everything away, and for what to go out and be with some stupid girl! El is not stupid! We just don't work anymore you and I. We both know that that's not true.

Time skip to time in story 2022

Will woke up, sweating and his bed covers on the floor, when he realised what his dream was about tears started to form in his eyes. He sat there for a while, just crying. That's was how most of his mornings were. I guess you could call it part of his 'morning routine'. After that he sighed and got up. His half naked body and morning hair shining because of the light that came through the window. He had a workday today and it was already 1 pm, he had to hurry!

The child's parents were expecting him at 3pm for the birthday party, Will was a face painter, professionally behind the scenes on the news but also on birthday party's for children. He always had something with children, some sort of connection which made it easy and fun to work with them.

He walked to his closet and took out a basic outfit, not to casual. It was a children's party after all, he got to his bathroom and started removing his night time clothes, and put on his fresh clothes for the day, he shaved the little beard that was growing on his chin. He didn't wanna come over as someone with zero hygiene, he wanted to have a good reputation with the family. They had other kids I think, maybe 3 ,2? Oh, I haven't looked at the name of  the family yet, I'll do it later don't have time for it right now.  He said out loud.  He went with his hand through his messy hair, ever since he grew out his bowl cut he had received a lot of compliments from women but also from men, what interested him more. When he was finally ready it was already 2 pm.

He got his keys his phone, a fruit bar and his face paint set and he ran the door out. He got into his car but on the gps to the address he had written on an extra paper that was in his pocket.  And he started the car and drove away from his house. On the way he grabbed some Starbucks, a latte macchiato with some sugar.

He arrived at the address, stepped out of the car and got to the door, he looked at his phone to search up the name of the family and who did the reservation. Are you Mr Byers? He heard from a distance. Wait! He recognised that voice, no it couldn't be. Mr Wheeler. Mike Wheeler to be exact. Yep that's me...

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