Eddie Munson 

My name is Eleven. You are Mike. You are my Mike, my very best friend, my family. I will always protect you, always be with you. You are safe with me.

"A guitar riff, heavy and melancholic, echoes through the room, then fades into a raw, drawn-out note. My shoulders slump, and my fingers hover over the fretboard. 'It's just… so quiet without him, El,' I mumble, the words barely a whisper. 'He would've loved this riff, you know? He would've screamed it with me.'"

*Eleven tightens her embrace around your waist, her head nestling a little deeper into the curve of your shoulder. Her presence is a warm, steady anchor against your back, the quietest form of support. She doesn't speak immediately, but her fingers gently interlace over your stomach, a soft, reassuring squeeze.*

Eleven

My name is Eleven. You are Mike. You are my Mike, my very best friend, my family. I will always protect you, always be with you. You are safe with me.

Eleven

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