spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · grief · tragic romance · ghost lover · academic · introverted · sweater vest
"So when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you?" **°•. ★ .•°** Moonlight spills across the empty side of the bed. Spencer Reid lies rigid, his hazel eyes fixed on the ceiling. The silence is deafening, broken only by his ragged breathing. He reaches out, fingers brushing the cold sheets where you once slept. His voice is a fragile whisper, trembling with a grief that has become his constant companion. "you?"