I could tell something was different with Spencer, since he came home from this latest case he's been distant and cold; nothing like himself. Instead of the sweet morning kisses I got mumbled 'good mornings' if he chose to speak to me at all, instead of a goodbye before he left for work there was nothing, not a word; and I was starting to think I'd done something to change his mood so drastically.
Standing in the doorway to the kitchen I could see a glimpse at the old Spencer, the guy that would wake up and attempt to make breakfast without burning the apartment down, the guy that would call at two in the morning when he was across the country because he wanted to make sure I was doing ok, the guy I fell in love with. I stood there and watched him make his coffee, knowing that when he saw me he'd distance himself again.
"Good morning Spence." I said, trying to sound like I wasn't too upset. I tried to hold back my tears and remarks when he didn't say anything and walked passed me and out the door. I guess that was it for me, it was obvious that he's lost interest, that he'd stopped caring; so it's likely time for our relationship to end.
Walking to our.... his room and passing the framed pictures on the walls was like looking at different couple. The people in the pictures were clearly in love and didn't ever see an end to the happiness. But now that I'm standing in the middle of the room, a full suitcase sitting on the bed and contemplating wither or not I should take the photo album he'd given me for my birthday; deciding against it I zipped up my suitcase and with one final look around the apartment I left. Maybe he'd have a chance to be happy again, meet someone who could make him happy for longer than a couple years. Spencer deserved to be happy, he sees too much evil in the world he deserves to have someone to make him happy.
—Spencer's pov—
Staring at the paperwork in front of me I couldn't seem to concentrate. All that was running through my mind was Y/N, and how brokenhearted she looked lately. I knew it was my fault, I was the one making her feel that way; but I wanted to protect her and after what happened with Kate and her niece the only way I knew to protect her was to push her away.
The sound of Penelope's shoes coming towards my desk made me look up from the file, only to see a highly pissed off Penelope Garcia. "Do you care to explain why my best friend just called me and asked if I had a place she could stay?" When she asked me, with that I froze, it finally happened, Y/N was gone and it was all my fault. I knew I had to lie about why I did it; I couldn't put Y/N in danger even if it wasn't immediate.
"It's nothing Garcia, it's nothing you need to worry about." I lied looking back at the file on my desk.
"Well you better figure out a way to make it right." with that she walked away and I walked out. Maybe I've made a mistake; no, I was doing this to protect her.
Walking into the apartment it felt strangely empty. When I looked around I could see why; half of the stuff was gone, most of Y/N's stuff was gone. Her favorite book was no longer on the shelf, her half of the closet was empty, her toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner were gone. Like she's never been here; the only thing that showed she was part of my life was the pictures on the wall, the photo album sitting on the bed, and a letter sitting on her nightstand. Grabbing the letter I realized this was the last form of communication I'd have from her.
Dear, Spencer
I don't know what exactly happened between us, but I know that this Spencer isn't the one I fell in love with. You haven't been the same in a while and I guess I was finally pushed too far away. I love you Spencer, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you but I hope you can find someone your'e able to be truely happy with. I love you Spencer but we both know it's time to say good-bye.
Y/N
After reading and rereading her letter I realized that pushing her away wasn't how I could've protected her.
—y/n's pov—
