my moonlight ~ the amazing spider-man 1 + 2

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩.

THE FUNERAL was the worst thing Olivia had ever experienced. To be talking about her father as if he wasn't here anymore was unimaginable. Olivia was now orphaned. She was barely 18. Gwen was also devastated, despite knowing the man for only a few months. She offered Olivia a place to stay with her family. Olivia said she wasn't sure yet, but then again where else could she go? She didn't have enough money to live on her own.

Officer Stacy did his best to comfort Olivia, but in reality, it should've been someone else. He didn't bother showing up though, she thought. It was raining. Everyone had black umbrellas. It was a devastating environment, as most funerals are. It's a lot more different when an 18 year old is hosting the funeral, however. However, what made this all so much worse was that,

Peter Parker wasn't there.

Olivia looked around the church. Just to make sure she missed him. Peter really wasn't there. How could he abandon her when she needed him the most?, she thought. Gwen was also surprised, but tried her best to comfort Olivia. It didn't work. Olivia didn't say anything. She took one final look around and kept walking. She didn't feel as sad anymore, it had been a week by now. She felt numb.

She felt nothing.

Maybe this was a part of it all? She was too young when she lost her mother to remember. Part of her was glad she didn't though.

Olivia saw her father being buried six feet under. Something she'd witnessed twice in her life in less than 18 years. Nobody should have to go through that. Especially a kid.

It hit her in that very moment, that she was alone.

***

Olivia waited on Peter's doorstep. She was still dressed in her funeral attire, but now with a loose black cropped cardigan on, to protect her from the cold. It was still raining, well, pouring now. The rain was awful. Made it ten times worse.

Peter opened the door.

"Where have you been?" Olivia asks.

"I-" Peter cuts himself off. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there. As if nothing had happened. As if her father didn't just get buried.

"My father died." Olivia says, her voice cracking. Peter looks down, being unable to look in her eyes. "There was a funeral. They sent him off and- and they made speeches. Two of my teachers showed up. My whole class showed up. Gwen showed up. Everyone was there, but you." She says, in between sobs. Peter still doesn't dare to look her in the eye.

He simply caresses her cheek for one short moment, then removes his hand. A tear fell from his eye.

"I-I, I can't do this." He says.

Olivia looks up at him, shocked, more tears welling up in her eyes. He sniffles. "I'm sorry. I can't. I can't."

"What are you saying?" The brunette asks, her eyebrows furrowing.

"I can't see you anymore." He says. Olivia felt like a dagger had been shoved through her chest. He left her at her worse. How could he? She couldn't speak anymore. Why did this happen all at once?

"I can't." Peter also had tears running down his face now. She looks up at him and slightly nods, acknowledging his words. He barely meets her eyes.

She quickly opens her umbrella, spins around, and walks down the steps of his porch. The boy she loved, who she thought felt the same- until. She paused. She turned back around to face Peter. His nose was red. He was crying too.

She looked up at him, tears still running down her face. "He made you promise, didn't he?"

"To stay away from me?" She continues, still holding her umbrella. "So I'd be safe?"

Peter doesn't say anything. He just stares at her. Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't. He didn't have the words.

Silence. Confirmation.

Olivia turns around and walks away, leaving him behind.

***

The very next day, school was rough, practically torture, for Olivia. She hadn't seen Gwen all day. They didn't share any classes on this particular day. Gwen had been blowing up her phone though, but Olivia couldn't bring herself to answer. She was too tired. Mentally.

She saw Peter from the corner of her eye when she was at her locker. She noticed him and Flash getting along kind of. Flash walked off after a minute, leaving Peter alone. She didn't look at him as she walked past him. She could feel him looking at her though. She didn't spare him a glance and went to class.

"I had a professor once who liked to tell his students that there were only ten different plots in all of fiction." The teacher explained. Olivia wasn't really listening, she couldn't focus even if she wanted to. "Well, I'm here to tell you he was wrong, there was only one. And that plot was 'Who am I?'

Peter walks in class. "Mr. Parker." The teacher says, looking him up and down. He ignores the teacher and continues walking to his seat. "Tardy again." Olivia turns her head the other way when he walks by her, still refusing to lock eyes with him.

"Well, at least we can always count on you." The teacher shrugs, realizing this was losing battle. Peter takes a seat, right behind Olivia. "Sorry, Ms. Ritter. Won't happen again, I promise." He says, evidently not meaning a word he says. Olivia looks up at the board.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Mr. Parker." The teacher sighs, then turns around to face the board and continue her lesson.

"Yeah, but those are the best kind." Peter whispers loudly, looking at the back of Olivia's head.

Olivia's face slowly turns from a frown to a big smile,  taking in what he said. She looks down at her book, still smiling. Peter smirks, watching her. "Okay, class." The teacher says, trying to get everyone back on track.

"Open your books, let's begin on page one."