II. of Melophobia


@spookyyfuck‘s second piece of art: Do You Understand The Things That You’ve Been Seeing?: Come A Little Closer

I think that ocean is only my tears.

What if… instead of Eleven disappearing after she defeats the Demogorgon, Mike screams “No” over and over, refusing to let Eleven get hurt ever again and pushes her out of the way right as the Demogorgon is disintegrating. Eleven is screaming her lungs out on the floor and Mike disappears with the monster into the Upside Down.

-Eleven feeling so guilty and distraught she can barely breathe and calls out “Mike” over and over like a hopeless whisper.

-Lucas and Dustin and Will being left without a campaign leader for DnD, and they can’t even look at the gaming table without breaking down. Every day, the boys and Eleven wordlessly try to connect with Mike in any way possible

-Nancy refusing to believe Mike is gone, the loss of her baby brother shaking her to her core. She gathers Jonathan for moral support. He encourages her to keep going and he helps her scout out her brother, as Nancy had once did for him.

-Eleven feels more terror in her heart than an entire childhood of Hawkins Lab experiments did to her.

-Lucas, Dustin, and Will make routine bike rides calling out for the loss of their best friend. They won’t give up. There has to be another entrance into The Upside Down. Right?

-Eleven’s nose bleeds painfully often as she forces all her willpower into the chance of hearing Mike through the SuperCom speaker. She doesn’t sleep. Rarely eats. The blanket fort Mike made for her hadn’t been put back together, and she doesn’t bother. It reminds her of the disappointment he had in her, the anger. He didn’t deserve this. She did. Mike was innocence, soft smiles, devotion and love. She was a monster.

-Mike wandering aimlessly, exhausted and injured, lost in the foggy abyss of The Upside Down. Sometimes he can hear Eleven’s screams of agony echoing around him. He fights off creatures he never knew existed, but not once would he regret saving Eleven. He’ll find a way back to her. He promised.

Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.
—  Harvey Milk (via floydgasmic)

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