x maps.

loving backwards.

« Mike,just drop it.She told you she didn't want to hear about you anymore,you shouldn't force it.People move forward,but you keep loving backwards,stuck in time and space. »

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July's 13th,1993.Hawkins.

Mike sighed as he slammed the creaking door of his red Rover,grimacing at the sight of all the white,dirty spots created on his car's hood and shoving his light keys in his distressed jean's pocket. The sun hit him gently,his skin golden under the late afternoon's sun rays,his old watch indicating a quarter past seven in the afternoon.This summer wasn't overwhelming and that's exactly how he liked this season;not too cold,not too warm,just enough to appreciate an afternoon at the public pool or a nice cup of wine on the terrace of the only cafe in town.His high converses led him to the entrance of Denny's Burger as he thought about how familiar the weather was to him,and how this maroon corduroy suit's jacket was absolutely not appropriate for this temperature. He had already unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white button up and was ready to open more,showing off the fine golden cabin resting elegantly around his neck.When he thought about it,his outfit didn't make any sense;but did his entire existence do so?

Michael Wheeler,more generally,Mike,was a nearly twenty three years old young man (his birthday coming in a week,on the sixth of August),brilliant literature student,specializing in creative writing.Yes,that's the fancy name they gave to writing plenty of drafts of the exact same crime fiction he had been putting up desperately for a few years,believe it or not.He didn't smoke,nor drink;but he swallowed down novels as a vice.He had always loved letters,words;the concept of having to express yourself towards others with significant sounds somehow fascinated him,and how humans used it to share feelings,memories and many other deep subjects always made him curious.That's what pushed him to take this major.He didn't want to be a mechanic,a lawyer,a doctor or whatever your parents would tell you to become,because it « makes good money »;he was ready to live off instant noodles and bitter espressos for a pretty impressing while in order to achieve his goals.He wanted to model this art his own way,live off how his heart rushed when he got an exciting new idea,tell people words could change the words.

Generally,he was a pretty decent person;I mean,that's how he likes to consider himself.He isn't good,nor bad,just something in between;actually,Mike doesn't like to be categorized.Just like an other man out there,he has qualities,and flaws,things he likes and he dislikes.He was raised as a loner,his group of friends being his best friend he was about to meet,and a girl he saw for seven days that seemed like three hours,and maybe,when it was in the mood,his dog,Rosie,that passed out recently,breaking his heart harsher than how he thought it would.So yes,he wasn't the most social person; don't expect him to approach people except if he has the necessary to.But Michael has a warm heart,warmer than most,towards people he loves.He is also pretty down to Earth,but can somehow get lost in daydreaming randomly.He has a small tendency to get overprotective sometimes,and takes the blame for everything,and also,tends to overthink.Told you;don't even try to categorize him,it isn't possible.

On the physical note,he is,well,different than most people in town.He's tall,pale despite the sun's rays,inherited his mother's complex curly hair,forming some kind of bird's nest he tried to domesticate when he was younger.It turned out worst than his natural look,his head looking like some kind of black mushroom,and Mike abandoned the perspective of actually trying to do something,anything,to his raven hair.Brown,piercing eyes could stare at you discreetly distance,and his lips could,rarely but surely,curve into the brightest smile.Soft freckles gave his traits a pretty soft aspect,showing off his calm personality.Overall,you either found him absolutely handsome or completely physically disgusting;no in between.He had to admit that he did have some popularity through the feminine community of his university,but none of this interested him;in fact,his looks didn't please him at all,but sadly,he was born with this face and counted on sticking along with it for a considerable amount of time.