Mike Wheeler was so in love with you. He was your best friend, and he’d literally burn the world down for you with no hesitation. He adored you and your beautiful smile, the way you looked at him when it was just the two of you alone in a room with those pretty doe eyes. He loved the way you felt in his arms and the sweet vanilla scent of your perfume. He loved all of it. Every single bit of you.

And as for you, Mike was your safe space. He always made you feel so safe and like you could trust him with your deepest, darkest secrets. He wanted nothing more to protect you, and he did just that whenever you had a bad day or a problem with someone else. Today was of those days, and as expected, Mike was there for you.

“Shh… Shh, it’s okay…” Mike whispered in your ear as he held your trembling figure in his arms. You sobbed into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt. His fingers gently threaded through your hair in attempt to soothe you, his own heart racing from the proximity.