Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ A Wᴏʀʟᴅ Lɪᴋᴇ Tʜᴀᴛ! [𝙁. 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙] 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦.

M.W | Suffice.

It was currently storming outside.

A girl was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"will i ever be enough?" she asked herself.

As rain poured down, Y/n herself was feeling low.

And she knew the reason, it was Mike.

Mike and Eleven.

Eleven and Mike.

Even before Eleven came, Y/n was already there for Mike.

She fell inlove with the boy.

"hey Mike"

"hey Y/n! What's up?"

"i-i have to tell you something."

She remembered the day oh so clearly, the day she almost confessed.

"yeah- sure, what is it?" Mike said as he sat down beside the girl.

"Mike, I've been feeling this for a long time. And i-"

"MIKE!" Eleven shouted as she ran to him, engulfing the boy with a hug.

Y/n's POV.

Why do i suffice for our friendship?

I guess i like to settle with a stream of self questioning.

"What is it again Y/n?"

"oh, it- it was nothing Mike."

How can kids confess to their crushes?

Is that thing easy for them?

Oh how bold of them to do that.

I kept waiting, waiting for Mike to tell me.

That he loves me too.

I only do love without any confession.

Maybe he's just another that I'll lose because i didn't want to bother at all.

Rain kept pouring down my window, as i get comfortable with my bed.

Why do i don't do much about my feelings?

Yeah sure, i want me and Mike to be together.

But i know it, he loves El.

And i can't do anything about it.

I'm not that good with being honest about my feelings at all, i kept denying them like they don't exist.

I stared at my window, feeling the cold weather brush against my skin.

But maybe, I hope maybe.

If i wouldn't end up with Mike, I'll find me loving someone else.

Who i can tell all my feelings to.

Who will love me back.

So, i guess it's okay Mike.

I'm good with us being just friends.

If that's makes you happy.

Then I'll be okay, i know i will be.

I stood up, going to my window next to my desk.

I sat there, staring outside.

Imagining me and Mike running through the rain, hands enter locked with each other.

I wrote a letter, a letter for Mike.

A thing that i do, but I never send him those letters. So all in all, I just waste random scrap pieces of paper.

Because it's me writing my feelings down for him.

I smiled to myself, reading the things i wanted to tell him but never did.

"hey Mike, it's me again. It's raining outside, and I'm still thinking about you. You know? My feelings are so stupid. You have no idea how much i like you. Oh who am i kidding, I love you. god Mike i freaking love you. But I'm just me, Y/n. A girl that doesn't bother telling you any of her feelings towards you. I mean what's the point right? Nothing has happened, and i know it. I kept seating around waiting for you to do something. Yet i don't do much to actually confess this to you. I miss you. I hope the universe has something in store for us. I love you, Michael."

I closed the letter, put it in my drawer. Then started sketching Mike, feeling butterflies while i draw his fluffy hair.

Then suddenly, my telephone rang.

"hello?"

"hey Y/n, it's Mike."