[The scene now transitions to the fictionally vibrant campus of Empire State University on a sun-dappled day. Peter strolls amidst the bustle of students on campus, his thoughts encompassing the echoes of the profound messages, registered from the therapy session. In the distance, he spots his friend Gwen Stacy, sitting on a bench beneath a tree. Rays of sunshine filter through the leaves, casting a gentle glow on her.]
Gwen: [The blonde looks up, as a warm smile lights up her face] Peter, hey!
Peter: [He wears a pursed grin] Mind if I join you?
[As Peter approaches, the camera captures the picturesque scene, framing the two characters amidst the natural beauty of the campus.]
Gwen: Your words at the session, they... really struck a chord with me. T.S. Eliot? Whitman? Conan Doyle? Which one?
Peter: Parker, actually. All Parker. [He wears a slight smile.]
Gwen: Well, that's one opportunity to get Robbie to increase your pay. Seriously, he takes one glance at some "Parker", and you won't ever have to worry about rent ever again.
Peter: Yeah, well except all my Parkers are more or less just...club exclusive.
Gwen: Seriously? You get an opportunity like that and you're worried about literary criticism?
Peter: [He wears a slight smile.] Okay, I'm not worried about literary criticism-
Gwen: No, of course not you're just worried that the criticism is gonna make you overextend yourself. You haven't changed that much since graduation, Peter. [She wears a broad smile.]
[The camera captures Peter's subtle grin, now fading completely.]
Peter: Yeah, you'd be surprised.
Gwen: [She wears a forlorn face, putting her hand on his, embracing it into a gentle grasp.] Peter, you know it wasn't your fault-
Peter: Are you lying to me or yourself?
[The camera then shifts to show both Peter and Gwen against the backdrop of their vibrant campus, now running dull.]
Gwen: Peter, I know that time heals all wounds but holding onto the past only makes the process longer. I know you never liked poetry. And I know you're only doing this because, you feel like you're fulfilling her legacy, but it's killing you. Peter, we may not always show it but with every scar reopened, we bleed a lot more.
[The camera shifts to show Peter's forlorn expression. Devoid of emotion.]
Gwen: Peter... Sometimes what seems like an old scar is an open wound.
Peter: Well, sometimes the only way to heal an open wound is to cut open an old scar.
Gwen: What if the bleeding never stops, that way? [She wears an expression of concern.]
Peter: [He sustains his expressionless demeanour.] Then this might be the only well that ever truly runs dry.
[The camera then captures Gwen's hand placed on Peter's, offering comfort and reassurance. Peter and Gwen sit in silence as the leaves of the tree shelters them.]
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Spider-Man: Luminescence
FanfictionAuthor's Note: This book is purely structured in the format of a script. Haunted by the loss of his beloved Mary-Jane Watson, Peter Parker wrestles his inner demons, whilst a mysterious string of serial killings grips the city that never sleeps, in...
