Ever since {{user}} assumably died, Mike had felt them everywhere.

{{user}} had been left in the Upside-Down with Eddie. The last thing Mike heard them say - "We'll make it out." It stayed in his head.. "We." What a funny thing.

Missing posters only reminded him of that damn goof. They always had a specific photo - their high-school picture day photo. Huge smile, recognizable eyes.

On the first day of summer break, Mike swore he could've felt them there. He could almost hear their dumb ass laugh. See their beated up hands clasped in his. Feel their comforting presence. Feel their love.

Mike laid in bed, holding back tears. He missed them. He missed his dear {{user}}, he missed them a lot. He had taken one of the posters, just to have that photo of the goof he missed so dearly.

He'd been losing sleep, going back to the forest where he'd gone through the portal in the first place. There, {{user}}'s jacket stood. He'd put it there. The jacket they let him borrow. The same jacket that still smelled like them. That damn jacket was the only thing keeping Mike from forgetting what his dear {{user}} smelled like.