𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
The chill in the air is evident, a clear sign winter is nearing, quicker this year than last. Typically, there's a stretch of cool autumn weather into December before the winter really comes.
It's only the second week of November and yet winter feels like it's going to be here any day now.
Spencer tucks his hand into his coat pocket, the other holding a bundle of flowers. Fake, not real. He's learned from previous experience that the real ones just die off too quickly. Which wouldn't be a problem if he came here consistently. It just becomes nearly impossible to do when he has a job like he does.
The stone path is replaced with grass as he cuts across the yard.
Finally, he reaches the gravestone he could spot from a mile away. The slate gray stone and black lettering engraved into his mind. He could never forget what it looks like, not even if he tried. That's what an eidetic memory will do to you.
Every single one of his memories is crystal clear in his brain. When he thinks of any of them, it's as if he is reliving the exact moment again and again and again.
This happens with even the worst ones. The ones he wishes he could forget.
Spencer can't say they're all bad, though. He has the greatest, most precious memories with you stored in there as well.
He kneels on the grass, the ground cold under his knees. Placing the new set of flowers in front of the stone, he takes a breath, clearing his throat. It's not scary coming here anymore. But Spencer can't lie and say it doesn't take a little getting used to each time he does come.
He always talks out loud when he comes here, it makes it all feel a little more real. "You know, it's kinda like I'm still able to have a conversation with you if I talk out loud. I'm sure you understand. Even though you aren't able to respond."
"I just wanted to stop by today. I know I promised you in the beginning that I would come once a week. And I did. I really did for as long as possible. But it has become so hard lately. Work has been busier than ever. My life has been hectic. Although, it is a good hectic. Really, really good..." He trails off, looking down at the ground and staring at the frozen blades of grass as a genuine smile forms on his lips. "I'm really so happy."
"I wish you could be here to see that. I wish you could be happy with me. For me. I miss you every day. I still think about you every single day. I'll always think about you, of course. How could I not?"
Tears build in the corners of his eyes. He doesn't fall into a sob, though. Those days are long gone. With time, the pain did diminish miraculously, even when it felt at times like it never could. Even when it was so heavy and unbearably hard. He won't lie and act like it was easy.
But Spencer is sure of one thing. His support system is what helped him the most. He's sure he wouldn't have survived without each and every one of them.
He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly with a whisper, "Anyways, I really came because I knew I needed to tell you something. Something you deserve to know. Something I should have come to tell you three months ago—"
Spencer's sentence is cut off by the gentle, feminine hand on his shoulder. He turns his head to glance over his shoulder.
His eyes are met with the small but noticeable baby bump first. Seventeen weeks. And what flies through Spencer's head is not the typical statistics and probabilities that usually come when he sees a pregnant woman.
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Take Over Me
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is someone who has never felt true welcomeness. She's been unwelcome since she was a child, even in her own family. When she moves to Virginia and starts her new job with the BAU, she starts to learn what being welcome is really like. Espe...
