The Amazing Spider-Man 2: In Another Universe (Peter Parker x Female!Reader)

Hold On To Hope

(Name's) P.O.V
Ever since Gwen died, I felt like a part of me died with her. I wasn't the same anymore. Food tasted awful, music sounded terrible, everything around me seemed so colorless and empty. Even the people around me seemed like faceless people that were speaking in some kind of language I didn't understand.

I felt so disconnected from everything that I wish I could sleep the days away just to make everything go by faster. But not only did my appetite get worse, but so did my sleep schedule. I've spent an ungodly amount of hours just staring up at my ceiling, waiting to feel tried enough to go to sleep but never being able to do so until like 11 in the morning.

And when I do finally fall asleep, I see Gwen falling to her death in my dreams unable to save her. While also hearing Harry's maniacal laugh echoing around me. It's like I'm being tortured in both the waking world and the dream world.

Peter, Maria, Tony, and Jarvis has made attempts to comfort me and cheer me up but I just drown them out or fake a smile, reassuring them that I'm okay and they don't have to worry about me.

Speaking of Peter, he's been going solo since it happened. I've just don't have it in me anymore to put the mask on again. Especially since I got blood on my suit out of vengeance...a suit that Gwen made for me. I wasn't worthy to wear it anymore.

It's already been...five or maybe more months since Gwen died. But to me, it felt as if time stood still. The only reason I even know what day today is because of one reason....

I sat on the ground in front of Gwen's grave, staring at her tombstone. The graveyard was completely empty because it was 10 AM on a weekday, so everyone was either at work or school.

I let out a heavy sigh, before speaking to the tombstone. "Hey Gwen. It's your birthday, so you know what that means." I said, growing a faint smile on my lips.

I paused for a few seconds, imagining Gwen groaning and begging me not to sing her birthday song. "Don't pout. You love this song and you know it." I said and took in a deep breath to prepare myself.

"Years are getting shorter
The lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger"

As I singed the song, my voice quickly started breaking as I tried not to cry. I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them.

"Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't fight it, like taxes
At least it happens
Only once in your life"

My voice was now quavering as I continued, dropping my head into my arms and finally allowing myself to break down in tears.

"They're singing, Happy Birthday
You just wanna lay down and cry
Not just another birthday, it's 30/90"

I kept forcing the lyrics out of me, like they were physically painful to say but I still need to get them out anyway.

"W-why...can't you...s-stay 29
Hell, you still...fe...feel like....you're 22
Turn 30....in....1990"

I just kept going, singing the song through my tears as if I wanted to torture myself. "B...b-bang....you....you're...." I tried to finish, but I couldn't do it anymore and finally stopped. I just sat there with my face in my arms, crying my eye out.

I return home, my hands in my pockets and my head hanging low. "Welcome home, ma'am." Jarvis greeted and I let out a low hum of acknowledgment. "Your father wished to see you once you returned." Jarvis said and I look at him, a bit curious. "He's in his office."

I walk down to Dad's office and knock on the door. "Come in." Dad said and I open the door. "(Name), there you are. Finally. Where were you?" Dad asked as I enter the office. I didn't answer and just shut the door, knowing he doesn't care anyway.