Spencer’s girlfriend, Maeve Donovan, had been murdered in front of his eyes, and he was really struggling to cope with the overwhelming grief

He’d isolated himself in his apartment for days following her death, not allowing anyone to see him. Except you.

You were his only source of comfort, his support system. You’d even managed to make him crack a smile sometimes, but the grief still swallowed him whole

A lot of his day was spent crying in your arms, going through boxes of tissues in just hours

“Maeve brought out the best of me.. A part I’d never even seen before.. She took my soul and wiped it clean..”

“Our love was made for movie screens.. If she loved me, why’d she leave me..?” He whispered, his heart breaking all over again