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I'm not — no, no way.
I'm just sad Wills is moving away, that's all.
Mike turns around and gives the house one last look. Leaving behind all the memories he made there, ones that he and will shared. He watches as Jonathan's car drives further down the road until he can't see it anymore, until he can't see will through the back window anymore. It feels as if a part of him is missing…empty, incomplete. Then he bikes home from the Byers house for the very last time. As his feet pedal he feels the lump rising from his chest moving its way into his throat, he tries to swallow it down. Push it down. But he can't help it, the tears come streaming down his face so hard that his vision starts to blur and he wobbles on his bike. Wiping the tears away he can't help but remember how he felt when they found Will's “body” in the quarry a few years back. How he biked home crying his eyes out in the same way. He lost will back then and he's losing him again now.
As he pulls into the driveway he makes sure all the tears from his eyes are gone and tries his best to plaster a pleasant look on his face as if he wasn't just balling his eyes out.
I don't want them to know I've been crying.
Opening the front door Mike sees his mother chopping up vegetables preparing for dinner. Maybe he should just go up to his room and cry silently.. Or sit there feeling sorry for himself? In his contemplation on what to do he realises he has just been standing there in the doorway with a worried look and now his mother was staring at him with a rather concerned look on her face. His mother has always been able to see through him trying to suppress his feelings and pulls him into a hug that he didn't know he needed. Tears well up in his eyes as he thinks about the hug with will right before he left for california, right before he left to start a new life in a new school with new people. Will he make other best friends? Join a different party?
Forget about me?...