Endings and beginnings

Comfort

                             Spencer's P.O.V
The car ride home was silent. Not an awkward silence or a tense one. More thoughtful. I knew that May was shaken. From what I could tell her mom was on death row and that her mother had info on her father. As he thought about death row he thought about Cat and the conversation he'd had with her today.

                            Flashback
She had written him a letter everyday for the last two months along with a phone call every Wednesday at 5:30 exactly.  I went down to ask the prison to make some restrictions on her writing and calling but they couldn't. So I decided to talk to her. In and out. Stop calling stop writing. I walked into the room where she sat across from me her hands chained to the table and she was grinning from ear to ear. As I sat down I realized just how stupid this decision was. What was I doing?

"Spencie" she beamed.

"Cat" I said in a plain tone " I only came here to tell you to stop calling and writing to me"

She looked at me with that awful yet familiar grin

"Spencie." She said in a knowing sort of tone.

"I think we both know this isn't about the letters."

" Then what could it possibly be about Cat?" I retorted

" I think you missed me. And I think you know this is the last time you'll be able to talk to me again." She said slowly.

It was almost as if cat had sincerely hoped that I'd missed her. I mean she obviously didn't let me see that or at least thought she hadn't, but I could tell from her body language.

She leaned forward still keeping eye contact the same grin plastered across her face as I still stayed emotionless. I leaned forward as well our faces mere inches apart.

" The only reason I came here, was to confirm your death date. Cause I'm gonna be the last face you see before they put that needle in your arm and you go straight back to hell."

I pulled back abruptly and stood up to buzz for them to open the door. As I left the room Heard her snicker something under her breath,

" Tell maevey I said hi." She whispered wickedly.

I hurried down the hall as I replayed those words over and over again in my head. Who was " Maevey"? Was it just a failed attempt to make me remember the pain of my lost love.. or was there something else going on...?

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                               May's P.O.V

Me and Spencer walked up the staircase him following behind me. I could feel his worried gaze staring down at me like an ant under a magnifying glass.  I jiggled the keys in the door and pushed the door open and walking in without even thinking to close it. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see him standing awkwardly in the doorway unsure weather he should come in. I tiled my head to the side motions for him to come in, as I raveged though the pantry trying to find my fathers old stash of whiskey. I was desperate to take the edge off after the day I'd had.

" Are you looking for something?" He inquired worriedly. He approached me slowly like if he moved to fast I would break down.

" You can stop walking on eggshells" I replied a little agitated.

" I'm not going break if you raise your voice above a whisper for gods sake." I scoffed.

It felt odd snapping back like this at someone as old as he was, but in that moment I didn't care who it was. I was pissed.