Here for You
By ScratchConlon
-Sarah Jacobs is the only one who has ever seen Spot Conlon cry.
Spot goes to Sarah without thinking. Without thinking of why, or how, or what it means that he did. What it means that it was her that he went to.-
Spot climbed the fire escape on the side of the Jacobs’ building, his hands and feet seeming to move automatically. It was early, the sun just breaking over the horizon while down on the street, the pavement was still cast in shadow.
He heaved himself over the coping and on to the roof, his ankle slamming painfully on the edge. He barely felt it. Gone was the measured carefulness he normally conducted himself with, gone the precise line he held himself to. He breathed raggedly, not even pretending that the climb hadn’t winded him, he was past that now. He looked around, hoping- the rest of his careful mask crumbled when he saw Sarah, startled look on her face, hands holding a jar of water over her tomato plant.
“Spot?” she asked, sleep still thick in her voice. He closed his eyes where he stood. God , this isn’t how he wanted to hear her voice like that for the first time.
“Spot,” she said again, concern curling around his name like the mist hanging in morning air. A chill crawled over his skin and his eyes burned behind his lids.
“What is it? What happened?”













