Fantasy

~07~

it's been a while 

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Jane exhales softly, lightly tracing the engraved scribbles of ink on the pice of paper. As little drops of rain splattered down her window, she stood up to stretch her tired body. Ever since she was young, she always loved to sit down, no matter how upset or hopeless the situations she faced seemed, and wrote letters to everyone about everything. She's always had a knack with words, expressing her complex emotions, on a piece of paper, that was immediately transformed into something so much more. 

Now, a young woman, even though so many things changed, even though she matured and gone through so much, that's one thing that remained frozen in time. The brunette moaned in relief as her sore muscles relaxed. Maybe this could be saved. Maybe this would make up for the hurt and pain she caused. Nevertheless, despite her worries and her doubts, she smiled at the words she wrote, and could only hope it was enough.

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Mike Wheeler, was never the type of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve. He liked to keep his feelings to himself. His real feelings at least. As of now, he was on his bed, soft music coming out from his radio as the raindrops made steady rhythms on his roof. His mind was racing, thoughts he didn't even think about nagging at him. Did he make a mistake? Maybe he overreacted... Only God knows what else he was feeling. His emotions were a mess. He felt so trapped in his head, wishing he could understand exactly what he was feeling. 

Pushing his depressing thoughts aside, he decided to go out to his kitchen and grab a snack. 

"Michael. Why weren't you with us for dinner? I assumed you fell asleep," His mother asked, concern evident on her features. 

"I wasn't hungry," Mike huffed, shutting the fridge door to swiftly drag his long legs across the wood floor. 

His mom, clearly not satisfied with his answer stood up from her chair to softly knock on his only son's door. 

"Mike? Would you please let me in?"

"I'm really not in the mood right now Mom." 

She crossed her arms, "Mike. Let me in before I break this damn door down."

She heard a groan and soft footsteps on their way to the door. He opened it a little, letting his mother in while the old door creaked. 

"Mike, what's wrong? And don't you dare lie to me like you have been this past week. I know when you're upset."

Mike glanced at her.

"Please."

He sighed, turning his body to face the gentle woman who took care of her, no matter how many wrongs he did. What was he thinking? Why did he keep all this from her? 

"It's about Jane, Mom." 

She tried to conceal the shock that almost took over her face. 

"Jane? Chief Hopper's daughter?" She said, a sound of unbelief leaving her lips.

He nodded and proceeded to spill everything he tried so hard to ignore. 

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ok so suuupppeeerrr excited to write the next chapter! hope yall enjoyed this. kinda feels good to be back.