𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡

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inspired by the song, hey there delilah by plain white tees.
genre: angst, fluff
words: 1216

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hey there, delilah
what's it like in new york city?
i'm a thousand miles away
but, girl, tonight you look so pretty
yes, you do
time square can't shine as bright as you
i swear, it's true.

"how's new york, y/n?" spencer says talking over the phone to his girlfriend of 3 years. she's just moved hours and hours away from him. it was slowly killing him not seeing her face everyday.

"it's going good, i really miss you though spence." she says with a tear rolling down her face, ruining her mascara she had just applied 15 minutes ago.

"i'm really proud of you y/n, you made it into a amazing college! i miss you too." he says holding back tears from falling from his eyes.

he hears her sniffing from the other side of the phone "i just really wanna see you." she says

"i know angel."

hey there, delilah
don't you worry about the distance
i'm right there if you get lonely
give this song another listen
close your eyes
listen to my voice, it's my disguise
i'm by your side.

spencer wakes up from his sleep by the ringing of his phone

confused he wakes up to see 'y/n y/l/n.'

he smiles a little bit and answers "hey angel." he says with his groggy, raspy tone of voice.

he hears her sniffle from the other end of the phone and hear her take a deep breath "i've had a bad dream again spence, i really miss you."

spencer looks down and parts his lips "i'm sorry y/n..do you wanna talk?"

"i just want to be with you right now." she says crying.

his heart aches, that she is crying out for him and he can't go and see her.

spencer looks over at his clock '4:21 AM.'

"why don't i read for you? you love that." he says smiling as he sits up.

"i do.. yes please." she says.

he pulls out his poem he keeps in his dresser, just for her because she loves the way he reads it.

'annabel lee, by edgar allen poe.'

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, spencer reid imaginesWhere stories live. Discover now