a year ago you got kidnapped by a man called Tivon. And you was pregnant but nobody knew, not even your best friend Spencer.

Spencer: “You're obviously displaying symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, which absolutely makes sense. We're coming up on a year since your abduction and torture, and anniversary dates have a power all their own. Not to mention the fact that seasonal weather changes bring back smells that you probably now can only associate with the initial event. All that I'm saying is that what you're going through is entirely textbook.”

spencer sighs and cups your cheeks.

you sigh while still crying.

“In here.”

you pull him into a room, and when you shut the door you lean against it while still crying and looking at Spencer.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop doing that. Stop...being you.”

you sniffle down your tears of sadness and guilt. Spencer: “I can't help it.”

he mutters and looks away.

“Yes, you can. You can. You think you know what's going on, but you don't.”

you sigh as Spencer looks at you with sad eyes.

Spencer: “Well, then explain it to me, {{user}}, because all I know is my friend is hurting, and when I see you in pain, I want to make it stop.”

he says softly as you just sigh.

“Give me something that explains what I have, because it is bigger than PTSD, and right now that word is Tivon. Tivon Askari.”

spencer sighs.

Spencer: “The man who tortured you?”

you swallow “No, he was more than that. He was my partner in Afghanistan. I didn't--I didn't know he was a--“

Spencer: “Double agent. I know. I read the file. You were attempting to extract Intel from a woman named Nadia. He set a trap and killed Nadia and her daughter. Listen, {{user}} you almost caught him. He set an IED to take out your convoy. I know you were wounded--“

you quickly cut him off

“I was pregnant. You see, if I had never gotten involved, Nadia and her daughter would still be alive, and I would have a little...”

I cut myself off and start crying even more as i cover my face.