Punkflower oneshot/headcanon book (REQUESTS OPENED)

. Attempt - Oneshot - 🌹

Trying to get back into regular writing
TW for Suicide/suicide attempt, sh, slight ed (mention of not eating enough!!), slight desc of vomiting, etc

Request by @mylerthegayone (Nice user bro)

post btsv // not dating yet

3rd person POV

Miles felt pretty hopeless.

Hopeless was an understatement if he was being honest.

Miles wasn't lost.

Not in the way people usually mean at least.

It wasn't like being in a dark room with no door.

It was like being in a pitch black, endless abyss. Full of new things to find and possibly hurt you, but never an escape, or anything that will console the growing numbness in your body.

Miles hated that growing numbness.

He felt very little now.

Of course, every little while, all the emotions came and wrecked him for an afternoon.

In his daily life, stress came from school and being spiderman. A bit of care for others obviously, Miles still had a heart. Mostly for his parents, and a bit of Hobie.

A lot of Hobie.

Hobie talked him out of some stuff without knowing, of course he was important.

But that was months ago.

The emptiness clashing with the breakdowns was starting to become too much.

He snapped on everyone, including his parents. So being grounded wasn't helping.

He was losing any interest in art. He started hating his old drawings, and his walls looked bare from the paper he used to have hung up.

Posters were taken down as he lost motivation to like things.

Food tasted gross.

It was unnatural and weird.

So he ate less. Simple solution.

It wasn't a good idea.

He knew that even, but he really couldn't help himself.

He sat on his bed, chewing his millionth piece of gum.

Watermelon flavored, actually.

He grabbed his phone, looking through his playlists for a song to listen to.

But nothing looked.. right, at the moment.

He sighed, setting the phone down.

Great. No distractions.

Usually what that meant for Miles, was sinking into that abyss mentioned earlier. It was in his mind.

That numbness.

He wanted to get rid of it, for it to be gone forever.

He wanted it gone.

Gone...

....

He'd thought about that word a lot recently.

He'd thought a lot in general.

He was kind of lonely.

Gwen was too selfish to come and apologize.

Pavitr rarely left his universe aside from his recent missions.

And his usual social activity was going on a mission or two with the other spiders.

Sometimes he saw Hobie.