It'd been a few years since the end of the wars and I'd still had yet to recover from the trauma we'd endured at the hands of the Capitol. How do you move forward when darkness sucks you back in every time?
✧-"Spence, what do I do now that everything I've ever known is a lie? How do I pick up the fucking pieces when I don't even know where they go anymore?"-✧ [ spencer reid x reader ] Sequel to "Losing Control"
✧ -"Closing your eyes, you think of the man who's holding you; what he's been through...you and Spencer Reid are two broken people just trying to put yourselves back together again. Somehow, you are his glue, and he is yours."-✧