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"Hey, El."

Mike Wheeler lays in his bed drenched in sweat. The nightmares never seemed to end. He looks over at the beaming digital clock to his side, which screams '03:00'.

"Mike, you need to go to bed." His girlfriend's voice soothes his worry almost immediately.

"So do you, hypocrite." Her soft giggle transfers over the waves, and Mike can't help but blush in the darkness.

"Can't help it. I can feel when you freak out." She sighs, and he knew this. Their bond had only grown over the year she had been home.

"I know.. sorry."

"Stop apologising, dork."

There are a few seconds of comfortable silence.

"Eleven?"

"Yeah, Mike?"

Another few seconds.

"I love you."

She smiles. Mike swears he feels her hand in his, like a breeze of warmth.

"I love you too."

He falls asleep ten minutes later, accompanied by a soft grin on his lips.

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i wanna make this a series and i have a plan.

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