š āMIKEāS SECRET LETTERā ā A Fanmade Voice POV šļøāØ
What if lettergate was real? What if Mike Wheeler had written a letter to Will Byers? What if all the words he never dared to say were hidden in a diary, a crumpled page under his bed, a secret that never made it to California?
I tried to bring that missing piece of his POV to life. šš§
This is a voice-acted version of a letter I wrote as Mike, with background instrumental and full transcript below.
Itās not perfect, but itās raw, emotional, and straight from the heartābecause if we never get to see Mikeās POV in season 5, maybe we can imagine it ourselves.
(turn up the volume, close your eyes, and let Mike speakā¦)
Transcript below ā¬ļø
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**š Mike Wheeler ā Secret Letter (Hawkins, 1985)**
"Do you think of me⦠when youāre in California, alone?"
"That line haunts me. I donāt even know why Iām writing it. Maybe because I canāt find any other way to start".
Dear Will,
You donāt know how hard it is for me to answer you. Your letters seem so easy to reply to⦠and yet, every time I try, I go blank. I donāt know how to tell you everything I feel without saying too much.
The truth is... I miss you. I miss you more than I want to admit. I miss Hawkins when you were here, because now nothingās the same. The town feels empty, gray. Everythingās lost its color. And I spend all my days in the basement, playing Mario Bros over and over again, losing count of how many times Iāve restarted the game⦠as if that could fill the space you left behind. But it doesnāt.
Sometimes I go to the arcade with Dustin, Lucas, and Max⦠but itās not the same without you. Nothing is.
*(A pause. My mom calls from the kitchen: āMike, go to bed, you have class tomorrow!ā - I'll go!)*
-I shout back quickly, and return to the page. I canāt let go of this now.
I remember our fight. That fight. In the rain⦠everything I said to you⦠how much of a jerk I was. I curse myself for it. If I could go back, I swear Iād erase it all. I swear. I didnāt say goodbye the way I wanted to you too. Or⦠maybe I did, but it wasnāt enough. There were so many things left unsaid you know?⦠so no, I donāt think I really said goodbye to you. At least⦠not the way I should have.
Watching you get into the car, leaving Hawkins⦠it was like losing something I didnāt even realize I had, or how much I needed it, until it was gone. Real gone.
And since we started high school, that absence feels heavier. I walk through the hallways and realize youāre not there. Realizing we didnāt start together. We donāt share classes, or the same jokes. And that⦠it kills me a little more every day.
I wonder if youāve changed. If you grew taller, if your voice is different, if you still paint⦠or if youāve found other hobbies, new friends, maybe a new āparty?ā Even though you told me that would never happen, the thought keeps haunting me. Has California changed you? Do you miss Hawkins?
ā¦...........
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me?
*(I cross that last line out. Rewrite it. Cross it out again. Take a deep breath.)*
Thereās something I hate to admit: since you left, I havenāt been the same. I canāt focus in class. I hate high school. I hate how much of a hypocrite I was when I told you we had to āgrow upā and leave the games behind. Because now, ironically, thatās all I do. Play. D\&D. Funny enough, I ended up joining the club of this senior, Eddie. Youād definitely like himāheās kind of crazy but really funny. I laugh just thinking about what youād say about him.
Iāve tried calling you a thousand times. Really. But the line is always busy. I swear. And even though we talked that one time when Dustin dialed your number⦠you shouldāve seen the way I snatched the phone out of his hands. I was dying to hear your voice. To talk to you, even for a minute.
The truth is⦠I miss talking to you, Will. I miss everything about you. And I feel like, somehow, Iāve already lost you.
And it terrifies me that I realized it too late. That Iām so slow when it comes to understanding whatās going on inside me. 'Cause now I have all these questions, and all these feelings, and no answers.
And I guess thatās why Iām writing this. Because itās the only way I know how. But I donāt think Iāll ever have the courage to send it. This letter will never reach you. Itāll stay here. With me. A secret I donāt know if Iāll ever be brave enough to reveal.
Love,
Mike
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