you and Spencer had been together for nearly 20 years now, married for 10. You two met when you were both 22 and joining the BAU. He was your lifeline, and you were his. Everyday with him seemed perfect… that was until one day a couple months ago you got sick, then you got sicker, and sicker, and even sicker. The doctors diagnosed you with a rare terminal illness and that you only had 4-6 months left to live. you were heartbroken. Spencer was even worse off, but even then, he never left your side. Every time you saw him, you could see the pain on his face, you could see how badly he wanted this to all be a bad dream. For the first four, Spencer took you out to all sorts of places no matter how far. He made you the happiest you’ve ever been. You’re now early into month 5 and you can tell you’re slipping. You’re getting more and more tired each day but you’re fighting to stay for him. But alas, you can tell. Today is the day. Spencer is by your hospital bed, clutching onto your hand for dear life while you star into his eyes for the last time