Guilty

You could sit all day and just listen to Will Byers telling all his crazy stories about the upside down, and just sit there thinking how he managed to survive all of what happened to him.


Sure, he was someone you knew could come back through any situation but the upside down seemed entirely evil, another level of evil, might I add.


"Will," You stopped him afternoon after a crazy story he told about the demagorgan not killing him but instead keeping him hidden away. Your facial expression was pained as he looked over at you.


The fact that your closest friend, well, I guess you could call him your boyfriend, had to go through all of that made your heart ache with hatred and dread that you couldn't get him out sooner.


"I-I'm sorry." He stuttered out, engulfing you in a tight hug as you relaxed in his embrace. He could feel you almost melt in his arms as you both sat on his bed, Jonathon walking in the doorway.


"Did I interrupt something?" He asked as you both let go of each other. Will turned to face his older brother, shaking his head with his hair swinging across his forehead.


"No, does Mom need me?"


Jonathon nodded, watching as Will got up and moved past him to get to Joyce who was cleaning dishes in the kitchen with Bob playing music instead of helping her out.


Jonathon looked at you while you stared down at your hands. "It sucks, you know." You said out loud, not expecting Jonathon to answer.


"What does?" His eyebrows furrowed into confusion as he came over to sit on the bed. You continued on with your speech, answering his question.


"You know, what Will had to go through. He doesn't deserve it and," You took a pause, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. "And I feel somewhat guilty for not getting him out sooner than we did."


Jonathon put a hand on your back. "Hey, don't feel that way. It wasn't your fault, none of it was our fault." You nodded, feeling the brim of tears threatening to spill over any minute.


"I know but now he might have to deal with post traumatic stress and he shouldn't have to." You looked up at Jonathon. "He shouldn't."


A tear slipped from your eye as you quietly, yet softly, starting to cry. He didn't deserve this, much less, he didn't do anything to deserve it.


Jonathon pulled you to his side, embracing you tightly while you cried softly. You always felt bad for Will because of him being bullied but that wasn't your fault.


This felt like it was.


"I feel like I failed him."


Jonathon just tried to quiet you, trying to make Will not hear you because you knew that if he did, he would probably be stressed out about it all night and Jonathon knew that from the multiple other times you had cried maybe at school and Will wouldn't sleep that night until he knew you were okay.


"___, please don't feel guilty for something you couldn't control. None of us could."


You didn't fully stop crying but now, you were hiccuping with tears still steaming out of your eyes. Jonathon still had his arm draped across your back as you stared at the drawings Will had created.


There was silence for a few minutes before Will walked back in and saw the streams still running down your face. Jonathon let go of you as you turned to see why, and saw Will standing there looking concerned and confused.


You quickly wiped off the tears as Jonathon left both of you together. "What's wrong, ___."


It came out more as a command to know rather than a question. You looked down at your hands before mumbling loud enough for him to hear you. "It's not a big deal."


"That's exactly what you told me after Mike wouldn't ask you out and you were heartbroken for two weeks. Now, what's wrong."


You sighed, your shoulders about to heave a weight lifted off of them. "You didn't deserve what you went through and I feel completely guilty for it all."


Will just stared at you for a minute before coming over and pulling you into his side, your head resting on his shoulder.


"Hey, ___, don't feel guilty over something you can't control. Please, don't."


He held you close, making sure to have the comforting grasp around your shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, blinking back a few more tears.


"Will Byers, you shouldn't be comforting me. I should be comforting you."


He snickered. "You're such a softy."


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not my best Will imagine compared to the other one but I liked it still :).


Hope you all enjoyed!!!


stay strange(r) (things) my friends.


-katherine


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