dr. spencer reid.
change really wasnât something Spencer enjoyed, honestly, if he could keep his life exactly the same, he would, yet, change was necessary to be human. moving was necessary to beâŚhappy, safe. kat wouldnât leave him alone if he was somewhere she could find him. his mother would never truly be safe. spencer really hoped things would be different in woodshore, he could leaveâŚeverything that happened to him behind.Â
right now, he was sat in the quietest area of the plant sanctuary, taking moment for himself to take in the different scents of each plants, see which ones calmed him most and which he didnât truly like. âyou knowâŚâ he sighs, mostly to himself but to anyone near by, âtheres a flower that blooms every four to six years for approximately twenty four to forty eight hours, and it is called the worst smelling flower in the world. itâs called the titan arum, the corpse flower.â he reaches out to gently touch the petal of a flower. âthe scent of all flowers are spread throughout parts of their petals, its not the pollen that gives them that scent.ââ
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there was something to be said for wishing â wishing for life to be different, wishing for better luck. it was the embodiment of hope not yet lost, goals that are still impossibly attainable. communications liason had been an unattainable goal for a moment, wishing that sheâd be freed of her small pennsylvania town; woodshore had granted her that wish. it had granted her more than sheâd asked in the promise of made family.Â
it was these lingering thoughts, with coffee in hand, that lead her past the arboretum. within the glass building, sheâd caught a glimpse that had caused her to pause while her heart jumped into double time. she dreamt of knew that face. pushing the doors open, she only seems to catch the tail end of his thought.   â unfortunately, i think i have a pretty good idea of what that flower would smell like, â   it came with the territory of their work.   â spence. â












