"no, i'm okay, i just wanted to talk," mike whispered. "i-i just need to talk to someone and you're the only person i can talk to you about el..."
"are you serious?" y/n questioned.
"i mean yeah..."
"look mike, you're my best friend and i love you to pieces but i'm sick and tired about hearing you rant about eleven. i understand that you clearly miss her and that you're hurt but you got to stop. i mean we all miss her, we all lost a friend, and we all want her to be here but come on, mike..."
"you only come to me when you need a shoulder to cry on. you don't care about me you don't care about anything. you just need someone to talk to, but that can't be me anymore." y/n harshly expressed.
"i-i can't do it anymore. we can't do it anymore! we all understand that you truly love her and all but it's too much. you've stopped communicating with us all because you miss her and stuff. and it's honestly bullshit. look, i've been through what you're going through, i know how it feels to lose someone you love so much but can you just stop and think for a moment. have you ever thought about other people's thoughts or feelings?"
"no, that's right, no you have not. you only think about yourself. you only think about el. and i know damn well she wouldn't want you being all depressed and shit. she would want you to hang out with your friends and stuff. and you don't even realize that i also have thoughts and feelings and you don't even know what i'm going through because you never care enough to ask! but you know what? i'm just wasting my time here, why am i trying to prove a point if you won't listen? whatever. bye. well i've got to go. over and out!"
mike sat there, shocked. he didn't know how to feel, he didn't know how to react. but all he knew was that she was right.
