[✔] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ TWENTY ◂

Miguel wasn't the same after the incident.

For almost an entire month, he went missing. Either he was locked in his chambers, or out chasing anomalies. A lot of times, however, the anomalies weren't asleep from his venom, but from black and blue bruises Miguel most likely caused. You hardly ever saw him anymore, and you were grieving too. It was hard to handle the loss on your own, which is why you tried to search for Miguel every day. But any chance you had to talk to him, he shut it down immediately and constantly avoided you. The grief and heartache caused your health to decrease significantly. You didn't know what terms the two of you were on anymore. You started to feel like the Miguel you knew disappeared with Gabriella.

"Miguel!" You cried desperately. "Please! For once can you just talk to me? I needed you, where have you been?!"

Miguel still had his back turned to you. He did not utter a single word. Your gasps and sobs echoed through the quiet. What has gotten into him? When you needed him most, he wasn't there for you. Did he not see that you were grieving too? The two of you were supposed to help each other through this.

Fed up with his silence, you stomped over to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him to face you, "Miguel, please. I've been worried sick. Answer me-"

Your body froze when he turned and glared at you. His eyes were a piercing red, with no hint of love or affection he used to look at you with. You took a step back, unfamiliar with the man in front of you.

"I can't do this right now, (y/n)." His glare deepens, pulling his shoulder from your grasp.

"You say that every time." You glare back, "We are a team. We are supposed to be one whole, Miguel. What happened to-"

"I am not doing this right now, (y/n)!" He raised his voice. "Drop it."

You flinch at his fury, and you see a dark aura surrounding him. He's unrecognizable to you at this point. The silence was thick, the two of you stared at each other. Emotions swarmed into your eyes; you bite your lip to conceal the sob that rises in your throat.

"It seems I have the wrong person. The Miguel I knew died with Gabriella."  You scowl, shedding a tear.

Miguel flinched, his expression growing hurt and regretful. He sighs, but instead of embracing you in a hug when there are fights like these, he turns and walks away. Your heart ripped once more.

That was the last time the two of you had spoken. You forgot how long it was ago, as the damage left you in a jumbled mess. You stopped keeping track of things, and you stopped trying.

"(Y/n) . . ." The spider therapist in front of you sighs, "If my advice and our tactics have not worked on him, I suppose we just need to give him time and space."

You twiddle with your fingers, "I understand . . . Thank you."

He leans forward, placing his clipboard aside, "Have you been eating properly? Sleeping well? You look way different than you did before."

Your shoulders slump, "I've tried, sir. But nothing feels right, and everything reminds me of him and her. My heart shatters every day."

"Well, I'm glad you're at least seeking help from me. I know it's tough to handle on your own and to talk about it, nonetheless. But you have many who support you--Mary Jane perhaps?--to help you cope with this."

You hum an empty response. He sighs, picking his clipboard back up. He juts down a few things before ripping the paper off and handing it to you.

"I'd recommend you these medications as antidepressants. But you'll have to check in with your doctor to see which one is right for you."

You take the paper, read the list for a moment, and give him a small smile, "Thank you. I really appreciate the patience you have with me."

He shrugs in a joking manner, "It's just my job."

Making your way back home, you call the local doctor's office to set up an appointment. Doctors weren't really common in the Spider society. They hardly ever get sick or severely injured because of the spider's powers. Therefore, visits were a lot less common than that of humans. The lady on the line tells you they can schedule an appointment tomorrow morning. You accept and set an alarm.

The rest of the day wasn't significant to you. Nothing else was anymore. Hours felt like seconds because of how empty you felt. As you awaken the next day, your instinct was to check on Miguel next to you. Of course, he was not there. You felt pathetic.

You have found yourself with a lot of free time; one is because Jessica refuses to let you work until you're in better condition. She stated once that if she ever lost her baby, she couldn't imagine remorse. And two, Miguel has been going on sprees; capturing all the anomalies with no rest.

You finish getting yourself somewhat ready for that doctor's appointment. As you make your way out of the building, you unknowingly pass by Jessica and Hobie. Jessica's baby bump has grown bigger, and more visible.

"What's wrong with the miss? She and Tosser don't look to be on good terms." Hobie nods towards you. 

He refers to Miguel as 'someone who doesn't have it all together'. Even Hobie has noticed the change in atmosphere and character.

Jessica's expression is sad, "Miguel's changed. He's pushed her away so many times, she hasn't been the same."

"He's a knob." Hobie grimaces, his respect for the man deteriorating.

Jessica nods in agreement, crossing her arms. She's tried to reach out to Miguel, too, but he's only accepted if it was about anomalies. Everything else, he ignored. You finally made it to the spider doctor, who sat down to talk with you about the medications. It was quick but enlightening. You discovered that there were some suitable for you, much to your relief. The doctor prescribed you the antidepressants, followed by some instructions and side effects. And then you were ready to go. You felt lighter, the explanation of the medication made you feel excited for once. You were really hoping that they would work, and you could finally try to be yourself again.

The rest of the day was filled with wasted time spent on your hobbies. You've started to lose interest in your hobbies, which worried even you. You didn't know what was going on with you, but nothing felt right anymore. Everything was slipping from your grasp, so you felt out of control. It was dreadful, and you hated it. But as you tried to seek help, nothing was working. 

You've even started to lose hope in Miguel. It felt like you'd completely lost another, and it hurt like hell. So many times, you've tried to move on from him. But each time you tried, it hurt more and more. Sleepless nights and skipped meals were caused by the empty hole within you. Even after your attempts to move on, you couldn't even bring yourself to hate him either. It was a vicious cycle that made you feel stuck. A picture of the two of you with Gabriella stops you from hating him.

Peter B. Parker has tried many times to get you to see Mary Jane, as she was very worried about you. But you couldn't bring yourself to. It didn't feel right to pass on the burden to her. You should be stronger than this! Only you weren't, you were ashamed. You encouraged this whole thing since the beginning, and you felt no one was to blame but you.

Only, Miguel felt the same way about himself.