ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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Fun Fact of The Day: I'm twenty and married to my high school sweetheart
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD
"So why are we hiring new people again?"
"Because Deedee is gone, and we need another field photographer. Plus, Bushkin decided I shouldn't have title of final editor and desk, so he wants to hire a final editor," April said as she swiftly led Flash and I through the doors of The Queens Report.
After I high fived the doorman, of course.
"Wait," my steps faltered, "what happened to Deedee?" Worry laced my tone as April grimaced, pressing the button on the sleek elevator.
Deedee has been the only person in the entire building that I could emotionally bond with about the whole helicopter fiasco when I got hired. I wouldn't consider us friends, more like trauma buddies. Any time somebody made some snide comment about the entire thing, throwing conspiracies or insensitivity into the mix, Deedee would tell me about it and I'd just privately scold them.
And I'd return the same, telling her about the progress on the ever-growing storage room Bushkin is pulling in his office. We both discovered where the key is in case of another incident like that.
I guess it's our way of coping on the downlow.
"She resigned."
I felt my heart sink as I looked down at my toes, wiggling them in my heels to give myself some sort of feeling other than disappointment.
I'll be honest, I knew it was coming. She started calling out of work more, talking to me less. Her grandmother passed right after Thanksgiving, so it was just a matter of time before she decided on what change she needed in her life.
And it's now evident she chose to find another job.
But I'm still upset at the fact. I've been trying to distract myself with my own issues since Peter and I cut ties, especially now that I don't have to mend any scrapes or wounds he's got going on from the crime. One of the things I've been able to distract myself with was being more open about my trauma.
Still, I don't like talking much about it. I don't like expressing my feelings in front of anyone much anymore, knowing that I've worn my heart on my sleeve one too many times in my life. One of those times being exactly a month and a half ago.
I can't say I don't miss him. Even if I was just an at home nurse or a person he could talk to. He was someone I could talk too as well.
"Oh," I sighed out as Flash nudged my shoulder, in the much less playful manner than he has recently.
