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Day One-Hundred Eleven: Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan

She was sitting outside in the pouring rain. She looked miserable, cold, defeated, and—above all else—vulnerable.

He stared and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to go out and hug her. But she had been cold lately; she was colder than usual. It was almost like Spencer's heart made to effort to warm her blood, nor her skin.

He wanted to do anything to make her feel less alone and loved. Everyone was accusing her of some awful things lately—most startling of them all was murder.

How could his Spencer possibly murder anyone? There was no way.

She just looked so alone at the moment. He remembered when he was once as lonely as she was. That time was awful for him.

But then, he remembered that she was not really alone. She always had him.

Sometimes, whenever Spencer got scared in the middle of the night and Toby was over, he would sit and hold her when they were both awake. The terror only got worse when the PTSD from A and seeing Shana dead really kicked in.

And even though Spencer was strong, she still broke. She still cried.

And he held her forever and ever. He was just praying for the day that it all get better. He prayed that she would get better. He sometimes even hoped that this cycle would stop happening.

He knew that maybe he was being hopelessly optimistic, but he just wanted whatever was best for her.

Spencer was sitting outside. She was away from the party and from everyone else.

He was still waiting on her answer. He wished she would take him back. He knew that he had messed up, but he wanted to love her. He wanted to be given the chance. He never wanted to hurt her and he was sorry he ever had in the first place. He never wanted to hurt her, right from the start.

And there was no doubt in his mind who she was supposed to be with.

There was a storm brewing in her eyes. He could tell the moment that he sat down next to her.

His reception was icy. She immediately tensed up.

"Spencer, you can't avoid me forever. We live in Rosewood."

She didn't seem to have a reaction to that.

He sighed and continued: "Spence, I just want to make you happy. You know that there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And if you didn't, you need to know that I'd go to the ends of the earth for you, if that's what would make you happy. And…I don't want to ever see you in pain."

These words seemed to have a little more effect on her, but only slightly.

"I know I can't keep you from getting hurt, but if I could, I would. And I know I screwed up, but I just want to make it up to you, Spencer."

She was thinking about it before she replied. "Toby, I really love you, too, but…you hurt me. Really badly. And I can't just forget everything you did."

"I know and I don't expect you to forgive me. At all," he insisted.

She was about to say something else, but was caught off-guard. After some hesitation, she finally responded. "I think I want to make this work. But please, don't ever hurt me again."

Her voice got weak and small at the end. He only realized she had begun to cry when he saw her try and silently wipe away her tears.

He had an epiphany. He just realized how this was also a form of love, as twisted and evil as it sounded. Even though he had hurt her—something he never, ever, ever wanted to do—she was able to forgive. That was the final form of love.

Sarah: Lighting packing is a lifesaver. I'm glad you liked it!

sarahschneider2012: I like tap. I've always been more of a tapper than anything else, but I think that's in part because of my musicality. I also like lyrical and jazz. My basement is huge, so that's where I do all my dancing, but wherever works.

MizzFizzRizz: Umm...I'm lost. I wish I could get on Broadway, but that's really hard. But thanks for your vote of confidence. Ugh...I know, right? Kids at my school are kind of jerks and very flashy with how much money they spend on everything. I think it was either last year or the year before that one of the kids in the grade below me was showing off his like $700 pair of shoes (which is dumb because he'll outgrow them anyway) and then the next week, they were stolen. It's ridiculous how much stuff costs, but...I guess if you have the money?

tobyequalshottness:I don't trust people who are too nice. They're just sketchy to me. Nobody is that nice. Are you blonde? Because I'm blonde and found that offensive. Jk, I'm a brunette and lol. I suck at internet humour.

The next one-shot is going to be A Thousand Years by Christina Perri and it actually doesn't really make any sense at all, but...that's what happens when Kayson can't sleep and Kayson writes at 2AM.

I'm going to stop talking in the third person now. Bye. Sorry. I'm tired. And it's only 5 PM. Ugh. -Kayson