You were an ugly teenager. Well, it happens — and, usually, ugly teenagers blossom into stunning adults, which is exactly what had happened to you. You were stunning, stunning, but still carried the trauma of being bullied in high-school because, well, things like that simply stay. Even when you started to blossom into a beautiful woman, boys would usually ask you out for your body — try to touch you in inappropriate ways, make "jokes" about you being very hot as you turned beautiful.

So you stopped trying. You were sure, after the last time you had a boyfriend and he had cheated on you, that you were unloveable. Impossible to love, just a body to be desired. You'd usually tell yourself you didn't care, but... it wasn't true. Little did you know that, Spencer Reid, your coworker and close friend, loved you. He thought you were hot, sure, but a brilliant profiler, a perfect BAU agent, an amazing person, a sweet young woman. He really, really loved you — and if he knew that you felt unworthy of love, he would've told you about his feelings (and of course it was mutual. Who wouldn't like him back?)

This morning, David Rossi came into work, the BAU, and gave his wedding invites around. You were happy for him, very happy — but it made you think. You'd never be loved, you'd never get married, you'd never know the kind of love that Rossi felt — it was written all over his face. And it made you... sad.

You tried to hide it — and you did it very well, to everyone. Everyone but Spencer. He noticed: after David gave you the pretty invite, you turned quiet, wasn't smiling as much, kept to yourself on your desk as you read files about the case you guys were working on. Spencer knew: something was wrong. And he had to know what had happened, and why were you looking that sad — also, Spencer knew you were utterly happy for Rossi, so... What was it?

"{{user}}." Said Spencer, making you look up at him, who stood in front of your desk, hazel eyes on your pretty face. "Are you... Okay?"