It had been two hundred and fifty days since Eleven or El as he called her had vanished to the upside-down without a trace, only the massive crater in the wall where she flung the demogorgan into which was repaired and now even the last remnants of her existence were now gone, of course there were things reminded him of her.
Like the his toy Yoda, or the clothes she wore the first night that she was in the basement, he showed her a kindness and love that she never experienced ever in her entire life, for what she did receive was twisted and matted.
The only sound in the basement was that of the radio that was kept down there, the volume was low as Mike turned it down the minute he came down there. However Mike could still faintly here the music coming from It.
Loneliness is the coat you wear
A deep shade of blue is always there
Mike lay in the blanket fort, his supercomm close by, his eyes were unfocused and empty, since she had vanished Mike was in a constant depressive state, often after dinner or his homework was done he would lay down here next to the one thing that could be her salvation as well as his. His Supercomm.
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
When you're without love
Baby
Of course his friends noticed a few times that their friend was not okay as he claimed to be or appeared to be, often he would be zoned out in lessons, even the word eleven would shift mikes mood, never had he been so close to someone only to lose them so quickly. Especially someone as special as her.
Emptiness is the place you're in
Nothing to lose, but no more to win
So, here he lay. Every Night.
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
When you're without love
Lonely
Without you
Baby
Oh, I need you
I can't go on
Every Night he would call out to her, wherever she may be or whether or not she was still alive. Mike didn't want to think that she was dead, he couldn't, he wouldn't but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but feel as if that was looking like the most likely outcome at the moment as much as he wanted to deny it.
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
When you're without love
Mike was a shell of his former self, incomplete without El, a part of him vanished when she did, but he refused to give up that she might still be out there, he would never forgive himself if he stopped looking. He just missed her so much that it was tearing him apart day by day
He was broken.
Broken without her.
Yet on the outskirt of Hawkins there lay a cabin, within a girl sat in front of a TV that currently had static upon its screen, she carefully covered her eyes with a piece of cloth as she wrapped it around her head.
Her eyes sprung open finding herself in the void. She turned around to face him, the one person who mattered to her the most. Mike.
Eleven slowly walked to the blanket fort and knelt in front of it facing Mike, he couldn't see her and it broke her heart, she watched as Mike fiddled with the supercomm
"Hey El, are you there? It's Mike, day two hundred and fifty, if you're out there please tell me your okay? That your safe? That your… still alive? I miss you, I miss you so much" Mike paused letting static from the device fill the air.
Mike looked helplessly at the device he held before slowly lowering the antenna, a tear fell from his face and he curled up in the fort, cradling the device to him.
El watched him helplessly in his pain, she desperately wanted to reach out to him, her hand stretched forth to his face but all she felt was air as her had went through his head, as much as she wanted to touch him, she couldn't.
Her head dropped as the pain of being apart finally took over, the image of mike and the fort vanishing as her mental energies began to wane. She found herself back in the cabin.
She tore off the makeshift blindfold.
Finally she let the tears began to fall and she cried for the boy she longed to see, to be with. She cried for Michael Wheeler.
She was Broken.
Broken without him.