TW: Kidnapping I'm aware that this is season 11 Spencer :)
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I forgot my name again, I think that's something worth remembering - devil town, Cavetown.
My hotel room blanket does not hide my thoughts, as I thought it might. Whenever I had a bad thought as a kid, I'd pull the cover over my head, and call it my safe space. Now, I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go to find comfort.
Moonlight seeps through the curtains, and creates a source of light in the room. The dark is something I've always feared. I closed both windows before getting into bed, I've worked on enough cases to know you don't leave large windows open at night.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Memories spiral in my head when I close my eyes, so sleeping would just effect my life for the next few days. Of course I'll get over it, but I need time to process what happened first. I close the door to my hotel room quietly, only hearing a faint click behind me.
I knock on the door opposite me, knowing fairly well that it's Spencer's. There's a chance he's asleep, but he loves staying up late reading. Currently, he's reading a classic written in 1873, and won't stop raving on about it. I enjoy listening to him, his interests are unique.
The door pulls open, and Spencer stands on the other side. He's still wearing the clothes he wore earlier, but looks slightly more bedraggled. He also happens to be wearing his glasses, which I don't get to see him wearing often. "Y/N, what happened?" He asks frantically, ushering me inside the room. I gently press my palm against the forming bruise on my cheek, I should have covered it up with foundation beforehand. "I walked into the elevator door before it opened, stings like a bitch." I lie, but judging by my tone he'll probably believe it. "Do you want something cold to put against it?" "No, it's okay. Thank you, anyway."
A book lies open on his bed, marked around three-quarters of the way. "Sorry for showing up this late, I just need company." I say to him, taking a seat on the chair at the small round table. "Feel free to come over whenever. I spend most of my nights alone in a different reality, could use some social interaction." He replies, giving me a brief smile. I turn the book around to sneak a look at the cover. I attempt to stifle my laughter, but I end up snorting instead. "Jane Eyre?" "What? It's a masterpiece in literature form." He replies, grabbing the book out of my hands.
"It was one of Maeve's favourites" I say, forcing a smile upon my face. He sits on the edge of his bed, white sheets crumpling below him. "She talked about you a lot." He tells me. I raise my eyebrows, this is information I'm not sure I want to know or not. "Said you were always pleasant to her, even after the fall out. You were close in college?" "We both took a class in forensic science, I dropped that class though." I reply.
