Spot and I decided I would stay in Manhattan for the night. It's depressing and despondent here. We're all silently crying even with nothing being said.
"Allyson," Fletcher croaks out," I don't want you to get married. Who's going to make me lunch and force me to eat it? And tell me my paintings are comparable to Da Vinci?"
"And who is going to wake me up singing carrying the banner?" Charles asks.
"How on Earth am I going to review my cases now? Without someone as opinionated as you?" Bennett asks.
"Who's going to hold me back from a fight?" Evan sadly smiles wiping his tears.
"And who will take your spot?" I ask rhetorically," No one. Therefore, no one will take my place as no one will take yours."
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Somewhere // Spot Conlon
FanfictionHe says there's still a place for us somewhere. How can that be when everything around us is tearing us apart? But I can't remember the last time I was this happy.
