A month later spot died in races arms. But race knew he would be ok. He knew that spot was in a better place now and was no longer suffering. Race spoke at spots funeral saying how much he loved him and how much he missed him but he never once said how he was sorry that spot was gone. Spot deserved better than the cold cruel world of New York. And he got what he deserved now. He was in a better place where he never had to sell another pape. In his last years of living race never loved again. Becuase he made a promise to spot when spot died. "Race?" "Yeah spot?" "Don't give up on me race. Don't ever give up on me."
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Don't Give Up On Me
FanfictionThis is a sprace fanfic. If you have any suggestions let me know. I realise that this is probably not some of my best work, but I don't know the sprace fandom that well. If you have any suggestions please let me know!
