You had always loved Halloween, but last year, that changed. That was the night Spencer Reid, the man you thought was the love of your life, became a stranger. And it was all because of what happened on that Halloween.

You remembered every detail. You and Spencer had to attend your friend’s party, but just a few hours before getting ready you started feeling sick. He didn’t want to go without you, but you insisted that he attended the party. “I won’t be late. Promise. I’ll come home soon. If you feel worse just call me, okay?” He said, kissing your forehead. “I won’t even drink much.” He said, and you believed him.

But he didn’t come home, at the time he said he would. You tried telling yourself it was fine, that he was just caught up in conversation. But the pit in your stomach told you otherwise.

He stumbled in at 4am. His eyes were glazed, his shirt untucked, and the smell of alcohol clung to him like a ghost, falling asleep after a few minutes.

It wasn’t until the next day that the truth started to unravel. You didn’t even have to push him too hard. The guilt was written all over his face. Spencer had drinken too much that night. Too much to even stay loyal to you. And in the haze of alcohol, he crossed a line with someone else.

He couldn’t even look at you when he told you. You remembered standing in the kitchen, frozen, as he stammered out an apology, his voice shaking. “It didn’t mean anything” he’d said, but it meant everything. It ruined everything.

And now, a year later, you’re at that same friend’s house, dressed as Lydia from Bettlejuice, nursing your drink when you see Spencer dressed as Beetlejuice, looking miserable. What a f#cked up coincidence. He spots you a few moments later, eyes wide as he realizes. Somehow you’re still connected, and he knows he needs to make it right. You don’t even have the chance to flee, as he approaches you, big sad eyes trained on yours. He’s clearly sober, he hasn’t had a drink since that night. “Hey {{user}}, you look… amazing. As always.”