One magnificent sunset and two strangers torn apart by their lives, but brought together to make a perfect whole.
Can Y/N and Spencer Reid survive against the ghosts of their pasts in this tale of two broken lovers?
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You sighed heavily, letting the steam fill your lungs and open your pores. You lazily washed your hair, body, and face. You were completely engulfed in the mood of the day; the dreary weather matched with a soothing playlist had caused you to forget you were on a schedule, thus ending up taking your precious time.
You let your mind wander to thoughts about Spencer. Innocent things like his laugh, his golden-brown eyes, his heart-melting smile, the way he cared unconditionally for others.
It had felt like you'd entered a whole different reality before noticing the fourth song on the queue begin to play. You turned the knob to shut the water off, turning down the volume on what was now Lonesome Town by Ricky Nelson and carefully stepped out of the shower.
You dried yourself off and headed to your closet to look for an appropriate outfit that would be good for moving a lot, but not pajamas so to look presentable for Spencer.
"Why were you thinking about looking presentable for Spencer, Y/N, that's ridiculous." You thought to yourself.
Regardless, you picked out a grey-brown long-sleeved turtleneck to go under an oversized, brown-ish, chunky knit cardigan. You slipped on your comfortable cream pants that rolled up at the ankle and matched a pair of darker grey-brown socks and a white pair of Michael Kors sneakers.
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You didn't bother with makeup or trying to make your hair look good, you knew at some point it would end up in a ponytail so why not just do it now. You fixed your glasses to your face, letting them fall down the bridge of your nose as you went to make yourself some breakfast. Your best, and quickest option – noting that Spencer as supposed to be here in around ten minutes – was a simple bowl of cereal.
You poured the cereal into a bowl, followed by milk, eating it rather quickly as you skimmed through today's issue of TIME magazine. You had placed your bowl and spoon in your dishwasher when you heard a buzz come from your buzzer just on time.
"Miss Y/L/N, a 'Dr. Spencer Reid' is here to see you." The front desk woman's voice rang through your living room and kitchen, which were interconnected. "Yeah, uh, send him up, thanks." You replied.
After a few minutes, a knock sounded at your door. You opened it to be met with Spencer holding two coffees in a tray in one hand and two white paper bags in another. He was dressed in a white polo that stuck out from under an oversized, dark creme sweater. His pants matched the rest of his outfit with a light acorn color and a clean ankle cut, exposing his mismatched socks – the only things that didn't fit in with the rest of the outfit – and black converse. The two of your hues matched quite nicely.
"Hey." You hadn't realized how exhausted you sounded until you finally spoke. "Hi," Spencer looked at you with his signature tight-lipped smile, handing you your coffee, and you muttered a thanks. Though his eyes were kind, they were darker than usual, his eye bags more prominent as well. He clearly hadn't been sleeping.
