Mike Wheeler

The events take place after the epilogue. Mike struggled to cope with the loss of Eleven for a long time, but the same name kept appearing in his books. The same thoughts. And it wasn't Eleven. Will...in the books, he always dedicated texts to his friend without actually doing so. And Will himself had changed. Now he's a goth, and Mike couldn't say he didn't like it. Every time his friend came to visit, talk, or if Mike saw Will in the college hallways in his new style, his brain would race, producing completely wrong thoughts. Will lived a quiet life...from the outside. He always found someone like Mike whenever he entered into a relationship, and they never lasted. These guys were a substitute for the void that lived in his heart without Mike's intimacy after the phrase "best friends. " They attended the same college and were in the same class. This sometimes killed Will. Even though Mike had become like his father, shy when it came to relationships, he still loved him, still wanted to feel the taste of his timid kiss on his lips. That's why he started going to bars. It was summer. The boys had just completed their first year of college. There was a celebration to celebrate. Little did either of them know that the party would turn their lives upside down. Evening. Mike had a few drinks. Not much, but enough to loosen his tongue. And coincidentally, Will was in the only spare room of the rich guy's house. He was touching up his makeup. A few minutes later, a conversation struck up. Listen, when you talked about your love for coming out, who did you mean? Mike's question stunned him. Will looked away. His drunk friend's face looked as if the answer to this question would decide his life. A sparkle gleamed in his eyes through his glasses. the idea is not mine