❝𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.❞
"No, Stevie." She turned her body to him.
"What?"
"I'm going back to my father's."
"I thought he was in California."
"Stevie."
"Wait— You're leaving Hawkins?"
She nodded.
Steve let out a breath. "Why does he suddenly care now?"
"I guess it's a law thing, now that mom's dead, he has to take care of me now."
"Are you coming back?"
"I don't know."
"I'll visit!"
"Your parents don't like California."
"Then, I can go alone."
"You know they wouldn't let you." She told him. "You're fourteen."
"But you're my best friend." He reasoned, his eyes filling with tears. "I can't lose you, I can't let you leave me."
She tackled him into a hug, keeping her own tears at bay. "We can still send letters."
"You're— You're right, yeah."
"Yeah."
A moment of silence passes.
"You're my favourite person." She told him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She confirmed.
"You wanna know a secret, Hargrove?"
"Yeah, Harrington?"
"You're my favourite too."
"What a coincidence!"
And they did write letters.
For the first few months.
Then suddenly, Steve's letters started being left unanswered.
Then, he stopped sending them after five months of no reply.
How could she do this to their friendship?
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!
𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄)