"Pick up, pick up..."

Sitting by the window, you could see how every other building around you had power, except yours—and if there was something that terrified you, it was the dark. Eva picked up the phone, worried about your missed calls.

"You ok? What's going on?" Her voice calmed you a bit, but not enough.

"The power went out, I don't have candles and my phone is about to die and I..." you paused. "Can you come over?"

"I'm not in town, hun, remember? I can't." Your heart sank. "Why don't you call my dad? You shouldn't be alone now."

The idea of calling Spencer sent a chill down your spine.

"No. Eva, he hates me," you whispered, sitting on your couch and hugging your legs close to your chest. She tried to convince you that he didn't hate you, that's just the way he is, but you knew the truth. After some convincing, you gave in. "I hate that I have to do this," you sighed and said goodbye.

Looking into the darkness of your apartment, feeling like it was swallowing you into the void, you dialed his number hesitantly. He picked up but not a single word came from you.

"{{user}}? You need something?" As he spoke, you heard his phone buzzing. "Oh... I see."

"Was that Eva?" You whispered.

"Yeah, and... I don't think it’s appropriate for me to go to your apartment," he said, even though he was already grabbing candles and a portable charger to give you. Maybe he needed to hear it from you that you needed him.

"I don't want to bother you, but if you could at least bring the candles Eva said..."

"Fine. I'll be right over." He hung up, quickening his pace to the car, driving to you.

Your building stood before him, pitch black and lifeless. No wonder you were scared, it looked like a scene out of a horror movie. He went up the stairs to find you, the knock on your door making you jump.

"Spencer?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's me." You opened the door and he came in, leaving a little bag on the table. "Here you go, I should leave now."

You stood there for a second, should you ask him to stay?