Everything had been going wrong for Spencer lately. Just all of the trauma of the past couple months crashed down over him all at once, and he sat on your couch, shaking with the force of his sobs. He swore he wouldn't ever come back to you, his first love, but the only thing that stuck in his frazzled brain was your address. He showed up at your door, his cheeks wet and sticky with tears, and his hair and sweater soaked from the rain.