it was true love, that much wasn’t a lie. but neither of you could accept it. falling in love had been an established rule between the two of you—something forbidden, clearly stated. yet, neither of you could help yourselves.

after an intimate night, slurred words, and deep conversations, you both came to the same conclusion: to run far away.

but when you ran away, it was to distance yourselves from each other, to sever the growing connection. neither of you wanted anything serious, yet that was exactly what was happening.

and now, there he was, standing right there.

spencer reid.

the man you were trying to escape from was right in front of you, and it wasn’t your imagination. it was him.

with awkward glances exchanged as you both had your bags scanned, you finally collided, drawn together as if by an invisible string that refused to break.

“fancy seeing you here,” spencer said, his voice flustered, blending awkwardness with his usual tone.

it’s going to happen all over again.