white rose & apple blossom - A Mileven Story

nineteen

Mike's POV

I heard Nancy crying in her room after our heated fight. She wasn't just crying - she was sobbing sitting at the feet of her bed. She knew I was right. She knew Barb and Eleven didn't die or move away. She knew what I was going through.

I gave her space, we could talk later.

I drifted back to my thoughts. They were all about El. What hurt me the most was that not even Jim would contact me in any way, knowing how much I love her. But I couldn't blame him, he must be even more devastated than I am, if that's humanly possible.

Everyday was a gray blurr.
School was out for another week due to the roads of Hawkins being closed because of the snow blizzard that ruled upon all of Indiana. Nancy would stay until Sunday and then leave for college.

My friends came by to check on me every two days. They must've been worried I would do something crazy. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't find the strength. Nothing was worth doing besides wondering and ponderating every possibility of where El could be

Months had passed since the last time I saw her face on the last day of summer holidays. Her beautiful hair in locks coming down her neck, her soft pink skin illuminated by the summer sunshine, her eyes of golden brown that penetrated through mine, making me shiver and feel tingles in my stomach. I missed all of the details I used to notice on her. I missed those wrinkles in the corner of her eyes when she smiled at me, I missed the sound of her laugh when I would tell her a nerdy joke, I missed how she always grabbed my hand in hers first, interlacing our fingers and holding me tightly. I missed how her eyes would turn a little green whenever we went to the lake and how she would pass her fingertips softly through the freckles in my cheeks while I looked into her green-ish eyes. I missed sitting next to her on the tree that connected our bedroom windows. I missed saying I love you and hearing her say it back, and meaning it. Hearing her say those three words made me believe everything would be ok eventually because she was there and she loved me. I would give my all to hear it again.

I looked out the window on my bedroom, looking at hers. The window was still covered in snow. Her room was dark and with no color. She made it colorful. She was the color that was missing all along.

I sat on my bedroom floor with my back against the bed. I turned my walkman on and put my headphones on. I searched through my mixtapes box and grabbed a random one. The song "Missing You" by John Waite came on. Perfect.
I tilted my head back, laying it on the bed and closing my eyes to really feel the lyrics sink in and match perfectly with this whole situation.
The walkman started to buffer a little and I ignored it, simply thinking I had to get a new one soon and sighing and the thought of leaving the house.

bzzz ... Mike ... bzzz

What? Did I listen to this right? Was that El? The thought of that little buffer being El's voice calling out my name made me think I was actually going crazy and left me wide open looking at the horizon trying to hear it again. The buffer returned and I heard it again.

bzzzz...Mike...bzzzz

- El? - I whispered alone in my bedroom. There was no other sound other than the sounds of the snowflakes hitting my window.