So Close Yet So Far- A Sprace Fan Fiction

Race. Race? Race!

    Race made his way back to the boardinghouse with his head hung low. Seeing his sister and mother's grave made his body fill with shame. Shame for him not preventing it, shame for leaving his father in a pit of alcoholic beverage and depression, and shame for not finishing out his education.
     
    Race was a very smart kid. He got straight A's, had good behavior, and he loved literature. Race would keep a journal under his bed revealing his darkest secrets that even Specs didn't know about. Specs only found out about Race being gay when he was forced to live with him in the boardinghouse and Specs realized how Race was crushing on some of the boys hard.
    After reflecting on his past life, he didn't even realize that he was half way across the Brooklyn Bridge. Why was he being almost dragged to come back here. He looked around for a minute, taking in the breath taking view of Brooklyn and Manhattan. His sight was interrupted be a better view, Spot.
    He smiled and began to walk over to him when a girl with red hair walked over quicker and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Race's heart fell, but keeping his hopes up that she was his family he walked over, "Hey, um, Spot." Race said feeling his face flush as he did so. Spot turned around and smiled as he stared into Race's blue eyes. The boys stood there getting lost further in each other's eyes, but the girl interrupted their moment, "Um, hello?" She said awkwardly waving her hand causing Race to snap his head in her direction, "I am Eliza." She said. Race's jaw dropped.