Fists and Fights- A Sprace Fanfiction *COMPLETED*

~Chapter Eleven~

It was night time. Spot's bed was across the room from me. He looked so peaceful sleeping there, while I'm here questioning my sexuality. One streak of moonlight decorated the floor. Looked like a silver lining. Heh. Corny jokes. Then I realized. Love feels horrible if you don't know if the other person loves you back. It's like emotional torture.

I heard Spot sit up in his bunk. I quickly pretended to fall asleep. But what I heard next, my ears weren't ready to here. I heard him sing.

"When he was tipsy he said he was pretty so he gave him his heart...
When it was over and they were all sober.."

"He still had his heart.." I finished.

We looked at eachother. Silent tears seeping through our eyes. Realizing we dreamed about each other.

We both just turned around and went to sleep.

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