2 DAYS! HAHAHAHAHA! I DID IT OMG LIFE IS GOOD!
Characters: Spencer Reid, Mentions of Maeve
Complicated
Spencer Reid sat in a bar, nursing a glass of some type of alcohol in his hands, one he only vaguely remembered ordering. Of course, if he'd relied on his eidetic memory, he could've recited back the entire order, but this night wasn't about remembering. It was about forgetting.
It had been exactly 12 months, 25 days, one hour, seven minutes, and 23… 24… 25… seconds since Maeve's death, and he still remembered that moment in crystal clarity.
He moved to drink, but stopped himself. He knew that recovering addicts shouldn't get drunk. He'd avoided the temptation the day she died, he damn well could do it now, but not by himself, and not like this. His mind weaved through their relationship, and the only words he could put to it were beautiful, crazy, and complicated.
He left his drink untouched on the bar surface and walked out, sliding his messenger bag up onto his shoulder as he left.
He dreamed of Maeve that night, beautiful, crazy and complicated Maeve, and he dreamed of kissing her, and of everything they missed, and as much as it hurt, he felt something in his chest release, a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding since her death.
He picked up The Narrative of John Smith and read Maeve's dedication before opening the book and starting to read.