WARNING: very sad. i cried while writing this. actually, im just really sensitive. it might not even be that sad.. sorry about the warning but if you're super sensitive then you might not want to read this.. xoxo
he was on the screen of her television, but where was she?
in her bedroom. just like every day, just like every night. but at least he was happy, right?
the thing is, they had met once. when they were both the age of five, or four, she couldn't remember which.
they were the best of friends, inseparable due to the fact that she enjoyed the same things as he had. and that friendship was wonderful.
but that friendship was pulled apart as he had gotten cast for that television show, stranger things. it made no sense, they had promised to call each other every night.
every night! but now he wouldn't even pick up the phone. but now he had better friends. but now he was in a movie. but now he remembered the memories. but now there was no going back.
what if she had forgotten? she hadn't, of course, but he didn't know that.
so when he got home, and saw the moving van, he began to believe there was no hope. then he remembered, her house was gray, not white. it was on his other left.
he ran to the door he had walked through so many times before, and knocked. he looked through the window to see his face on the screen and her face soaked with tears.
she turned, walked to the door and opened it. but nobody was there, it had all been a dream. a friendship that never happened, a love that never will.
that boy was finn wolfhard, the girl was you.
