"I feel like my life started the day we found you in the woods." Will could feel his heart slowly breaking. -- The gang are now all in Hawkins, struggling to pick up the pieces after Vecna won. Some members still feel the divide left by the drama of the fight, and one especially is feeling heartbroken and devestated. Alone and vulnerable, Will begins to be haunted by illusions of Vecna- and it wants Will on his team. As everyone races to stop it before the gates open and Hawkins is destroyed, Will and Mike will have to finally face themselves and the shattered remains of their relationship. - Originally posted on my ao3, thebitchywitcher, im reuploading it here.

Note: this story is NOT MINE, im not the author, it was originaly written and posted in ao3 by: @loverboi Can we talk?" Mike asks. "I actually don't think we have anything to talk about," Will needs to shut this down and he needs to shut it down, now. He stands up, mindlessly rummaging through one of his boxes. Maybe Mike would catch the way too obvious hint that Will would rather do anything, but talk with him. "Okay," Mike slowly shuffles his way into Will's room. Oh, Jesus, no. "Let me rephrase that. We're going to talk, Will." And with that, Mike shuts his door and locks it. Will could feel his eyes going wide, his heartbeat quickening. Okay, so Mike hadn't caught the hint. How the hell does he get out of this?

hiding your feelings for him won't change them, you know?

Will disappears in the middle of the night, leaving behind a life that has slowly learned how to hurt him quietly. He doesn't run toward answers. He runs toward memory, toward the one place where his body remembers what it felt like to be safe, long before he learned how to stay silent. Mike wasn't supposed to still be there. Not after two years of distance, unfinished conversations, and the kind of closeness that never really fades, only changes shape.