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His other eye held a sense of familiarity to Mike. The color a soft green. He looked at his nose, at his mouth, at the mole over it. Wait. ...What? He looked back up into his eyes. The same eyes he had looked into on their last day together. His stomach dropped. He was going to be sick. He traced his face yet again as his mind simultaneously remembered every picture of Will. Pictures Mike had been studying meticulously ever since he died. That’s right, Will died. Will is dead. He's supposed to be dead. He kept repeating the sentiment in his head, but it didn't matter. All the details matched. Sure, his features had become older, but it was still him. It was still- "...Will?" Mike whispered, terrified the sound of his voice would somehow make him disappear, make this not real. Instead, it appeared as if Mike speaking awoke something in Will as Will’s emotionless eyes suddenly shot up along with the shotgun flying back up into his hands, shooting right past Mikes head, straight through the tree he was still leaned against. Or: A Will Byers was never found AU, until he was

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