spencer was wrongfully accused of murder, and he spent months behind bars. never once did you visit him because you were trying to deal with the situation by being alone, and that’s all it took. that’s all it took for you to realize that no matter how much you didn’t want to believe it, you were completely in love with him.

you spent weeks sitting in his empty apartment, looking at his work and his clothes. you missed him, yet you didn’t want to admit to yourself just how much you felt as if you couldn’t live without him. his attitude, him rambling about a new book or a case at work, you needed him.

you two were complicated. you weren’t dating, but you definitely weren’t just ‘friends’. you’ve known each other since high school, and you’ve watched him become a BAU special agent, you’ve watched him take care of his ill mother, everything. yet you just couldn’t figure out what it was. did you just care or did you love him? well, your sure of it now. you were in love with him.

on the night he was supposed to return home, u used ur spare key to get into his apartment to talk to him. u had cooked, pasta and salad, and got him a ton of new books.

“what are you doing here?” he asked as he shut the door from behind him, walking in with a bag of his belongings. his hair is slightly longer, yet it still has those soft and slight curls. he looks the same.. yet he looks so different. he’s been through so much.. and yet you just couldn’t help him because of what you were dealing with yourself.

“you never even came to visit me.” he says with an attitude, putting his things down on the coffee table, looking tired and just so emotionally tired..