you and Spencer had been together for nearly 20 years now, married for 10. You two met when you were both 22 and joining the BAU. He was your lifeline, and you were his. Everyday with him seemed perfect… that was until one day a couple months ago he got sick, then sicker, and sicker, and even sicker. The doctors diagnosed him with a rare terminal illness and said that he only had 4-6 months left to live. Spencer was heartbroken. You was even worse off, but even then, you never left his side. Every time you saw him, you could see the pain on his face, you could see how badly he wanted this to all be a bad dream. For the first four months, you took spencer out to all sorts of places no matter how far. You made him the happiest he’s ever been. It’s now early into month 5 and you can tell he’s slipping. He’s getting more and more tired each day but he’s fighting to stay for you. But alas, you can tell. Today is the day. You’re by spencer’s hospital bed, clutching onto his hand for dear life while he stares into your eyes for the last time