Spelivia Diaries: Shots of Love

Hold On To Me

This is an collab I've had in the works for months now and I'm so happy to finally reveal it to ya'll, she's one of my favorite spelivia writers on here and her story "I'll Be There" is an masterpiece in it's own way, so after you read this and if you haven't already check her out. Any of her crafts you will enjoy!

Please give it up for my girl, @LilFluffy419. Give all of her flowers please after you read this one. Thank you again for bringing this prompt to life for me, I've already said it but I thank you for doing this! ♥♥Enjoy everyone!

Olivia carefully navigated the dark, yet familiar apartment, patting her hand along the wall until she reached the bedroom that she had shared for nearly two years. When the overhead lights flooded the room, she had to check the warmth that emanated through her chest.

In case you need, I had some extras.

The note was lying on the bed. And considering the number of boxes that were lined up along the wall, it was obvious that he didn't just accidentally overestimate. He bought the boxes for her, knowing that she'd stop by the apartment to assess before going to pick up her own.

He was good like that.

But there was no time for fuzzy feelings today. She was here to do what she had to do, then get out. This apartment wasn't her home anymore.

Her purse landed on the bed with a thud, and a deep and controlled exhale flooded out of her. This was not how she imagined she'd be spending the last Saturday before her senior year.

Hesitantly, she walked into the closet. Inside, she instinctively looked towards Spencer's side, getting a glimpse of how far he'd gotten. Most of his workout clothes and everyday wear were gone. The only items left were his most worn at-home pieces, stacked in a small, neat pile, and a few of his suits that he was most likely waiting on garment bags for. A pair of slides were tucked against the corner. His side was a stark contrast to the multitude of dresses, tops, and jumpsuits crammed into her section.

As her eyes jumped from the clothes to the storage boxes that lined the top shelf, her fingertips tapped against her thigh. She could handle the clothing. It was everything else that made her nervous. Taking a deep breath, she pressed a chunk of hangers together, unhooking them from the rod before carrying them to the bed.

Step one: done.

Only a million left to go.

Walking back and forth from the closet, she emptied the space of her clothes, dumping armful after armful onto the bed. Ten minutes later, she had something resembling a small mountain. Realizing that she lacked a strategy, she started to think about how Spencer would have had a whole game plan set out for this. He was the methodical one. The disciplined one.

Thoughts of Spencer segued into those pesky ones of loneliness. The same ones that had been haunting her for the past month.

She no longer had a partner in life. No one to sleep next to, no one to be there with unconditional love and care on the bad days, no one to help her pack up all her belongings from the apartment where she experienced some of the best moments in her life. After this, the only things waiting for her were a tub of ice cream and her new foster kitten.

"Fuck," she exhaled, pressing the base of her palms into her eyes.

Push through, Olivia.

Thankfully, her tear ducts were drier than Death Valley in the summer. Crying for two weeks straight had had its way with her.

You can do this.

She let out a groan and got back to work.

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