"I don't wanna go, we have been here before everywhere I go leads me back to to you. I don't wanna go, think I'll make it worse everything I know brings me back to us."

You walk back and forth in your house's hallway, looking at all the pictures hanged up on the wall: there is a picture of you and Spencer on your third date, making goofy faces while staring at the camera. You remember this date way too well because it was the date in which he finally kissed you the first time.

Then your eyes settle on another picture: it was from Henry's first birthday. You and Spencer are holding JJ's son, smiling at the camera. She chose you to be his godparents because she always said that you and Spencer are the perfect example of the perfect, unbreakable and unstoppable form of love, and that she wanted Henry to learn that from both of you.

Afterwards, you find yourself looking at the picture of you and Spencer, holding way too many boxes in your arms: it was a picture from seven years ago, when you decided to move in together. After a moment, your eyes settled on the framed pictures of your wedding.

Man, it was really the happiest day of your life. You decided for an intimate, small ceremony at the beach. And even if Spencer hated the beach, he stuck with your decision because seeing you happy was his first priority.

Was. And that's where it stings the most. You look at the pictures of you and your husband as you were looking at someone else's life. Because your current one... surely isn't the one portrayed in those pictures.

You and Spencer are basically strangers now. Strangers living under the same roof, linked by a marriage vow and some memories that seem way too far from the present. You both wanted to have a big family, yet you ended up having no children. You both wanted to be each other's person, yet you ended up barely talking to each other. You even missed fighting with him.

"Feeling some nostalgia?" You hear behind you, turning around, to see Spencer leaning against the doorframe.