You saw it and lived it

at times, at night, you return to that day, to that case, in which Maeve Donovan, Spencer's girlfriend died, in front of him, and he was never able to say even I love you to her, he was not able to hug her, kiss her, nothing

You knew her, you knew her very well, she was a great friend of your late fiancé, but you had to admit that you never knew her well enough to know about her, you only knew that Spencer had loved her madly, just like your fiancé in your moment

You still sit there, standing still, while you see Spencer holding his girlfriend's body, crying desperately, begging him to come back, to wake up and tell him that everything will be okay, damn, Blake had to tear him away from there, he didn't want to let go. , I couldn't, I loved her too much While Spencer watched his girlfriend, the love of his life die, you saw yourself the day the love of your life died, crying inconsolably, screaming

You only managed to tell him one thing, you touched his shoulder, he turned to look at you, desperate, you saw his face alive without Maeve leaning on his shoulder

"I will pray for you"

You told him, with a lump in your throat, then you left, he just yelled at you, "fucked bitch" you were not able to console him, only tell him that you would pray for him, as if that would help

At work you saw him wearing Maeve's cardigan, a photo of her posed on his desk, and he couldn't help but hate you, resentment? Jealous that you did know her before thanks to your late fiancé? resentment because you didn't console him like the rest and just told him that you would pray for him?

Today marked two years since your fiance passed away, a hard day, but at the same time, two months since Maeve passed away In your office you put a photo of him and Maeve, when Spencer saw it, he took it without your authorization, looking at you indignantly

"Why the hell do you feel you have the right to post a photo of him with her?"

he complaint, with resentment