Spencer didn’t know what was wrong with you recently. He could tell that you’re upset but all you’re doing is pushing him away. Ignoring his calls and texts, spending more time alone, distancing yourself from him entirely.

He didn’t know how to help anymore, no matter how desperately he wanted too. Maybe he was the problem. He hoped that wasn’t it. He could only feel his anxiety grow deeper at the thought. All he wanted to do was talk to you and hold you again like the two of you used to do. He didn’t think he could take it if you left him.

He had finally come over to your house, pushing the thought of the twenty plus ignored texts that he had sent you today. As soon as you let him in, he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck and clutching onto you like a lifeline.