8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Don't Leave Me Too

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Present Day: July 1899

Spot's POV

I woke up from the light peaking through the window. I looked down at Books thinking the light would wake her up like it usually did. Yet, there she was still sleeping.

Yesterday must have exhausted her more than she let on. She looked so peaceful.

The colors from the sunrise made her seem like she was in some painting.

Gosh she's beautiful.

"Princess," I mumbled playing with her hair.

She groaned and nuzzled closer into me.

"Quit callin' me that," she groaned.

"When the sky turns green."

"Ugh."

"You do have to get up though. I figured you'd kill me if I kept letting you sleep. You look real pretty sleeping."

"That's not creepy at all."

"Don't make it weird."

"Too late," she laughed, climbing out of her bunk.

She's lucky I love her.

I rolled over trying to get comfortable without her here.

I should do something for her to cheer her up.

Jaime's POV

As I was getting ready for the day, a million thoughts came rushing in my mind. They were less overwhelming, than they were last night.

I wonder what today will bring?

It was rather nice to have Spot with me when I had another episode. I feel safe with him. I feel safer with him than I have with anyone, even Jack. Even in the cells, I felt safe because he was there.

That couldn't mean anything though right? It's probably just because we've been friends for a long time and he's been there for me when Jack couldn't. Also we both have similar stressors and responsibilities so it makes sense to feel safe with someone who understands you.

Yeah that's definitely it. Nothing more.

I walked out of the bathroom and climbed back onto my bunk.

Spot rolled over and smiled at me.

"You look nice," he said.

I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing an ivory blouse and a dark brown plaid skirt with a medium brown belt.

I guess I was dressed a bit nicer than usual.

"Thanks."

I used my hair to cover the pink on my cheeks.

"Wanna help me wake the fellas?" I asked.

"Yes!" he whispered shouted, if you could even call me that with how loud it actually was.

"Shhh."

I clamped my hand over his mouth.

He took the heel of my palm and kissed it.

I blushed again.

"Just get down here you dumbass."

He playfully rolled his eyes before climbing down.

Kloppman entered the room.

"Heya there Spot. Stayed the night again did ya?" he asked.

"Yes I did sir," Spot replied.