My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless.
(Smallville: Seasons 6, 8, 9 & 10)
(The Amazing Spider-Man 1&2)
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(Jumper 2008)
(Spider-Man: No Way Home)
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Love Lockdown: Kanye West
"It's easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today. But there will be dark days ahead of us too. There will be days where you feel all alone. And that's when hope is needed most. No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to become hope. People need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live? As we look around here today at all of the people who helped make us who we are, I know it feels like we're saying goodbye. But we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next, to remind us of who we are, and of who we're meant to be. I've had a great four years with you. I'll miss you all very much." Gwen's speech goes through my headphones as I stare up at the sky while laying in the web pad I made above some trees.
I then sit up and pull my headphones down, letting them hang around my neck. I swing down and enter the house to see Lois and Miles in the kitchen.
"Hey." Miles walks over and hugs me before I look at the newspaper headline about VRA still on the hunt for Ghost Spider.
"Don't even worry about that. Because it's not gonna happen. Never, ever." Lois puts the newspaper in the trash.
"And Clark will be home soon."
"I know, he's on his way." I grab a glass and fill it with water.
"That's great." Lois grips my shoulder and my hand tightens around the glass. "See, Brianna? It's all gonna be okay." She nods with a grin and I nod back before the glass breaks. "Oh!" She jumps back.
"B. B. B, hey." Miles walks over and I look at slice across my palm before I kneel down on one leg and place the broken pieces of glass in my cut hand. "I got it." He steps away.
Lois now kneels down next to me with the garbage pale. She helps me put the broken pieces of glass in the garbage and I wipe my chin on my shoulder.
"This isn't your fault." Lois breaks the silence and I keep picking up the glass. "Brianna." She grips my shoulder. "This isn't your fault. Not in the slightest. If you hadn't been there..." She trails off and I get up before wiping my cut palm on my jeans.
I slightly grimace as my open skin starts to burn, but I grab a rag off the counter and swiftly wrap it around my hand. I then look up to see Clark and Miles enter the kitchen. Clark drops his bag before pulling me into him. My eyes water in the slightest and I shove my band hand in my pocket before hugging him back with my good one.
"I was worried about you. You okay?" Clark whispers before pulling away.
"Yeah." I nod. "You never came home after the funeral."
