"you must be incredibly lonely." derek says and spencer shrugs.
"i suppose it's not any lonelier than when i was alive."
derek is fourteen years old and his legs are sore and his arms are bruised and he thinks he understands this sad, lonely ghost better than anyone.
"will you tell me about it?" he asks, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees. spencer never says no to him.
it's cold here.
"yes."
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criminal minds | one-shots ✓
Fanfictionmy collection of unrelated criminal minds drabbles. chapters 7-20 are tumblr prompts chapters 13-16 are requests. chapters 17- 20 are part of the "100 ways to save i love you" prompts (won't be continued) completed
