limits of love

CH. 19

Hi!

I'm so sorry this is so short and I didn't update yesterday.  I have no idea why (becaue this is so short) but this chapter seemed to take me forever to write. I have already started writing for the next chapter so that wait won't be as long!

This song is Everything Falls by Fee and I hope you find it enjoyable!

As always, please read and review, and I promise to update either tonight (which I probably won't but you never know) or tomorrow.

Love_To_Write218

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Gwen awoke to the sound of buzzing. Groaning, she reached off the bed and fumbled for her phone.

New message: Peter

Smiling, her mood slightly lifted, Gwen opened her phone. The message read:

Good morning, gorgeous! What do you plan on doing today?

I sent him back a messsage: I have no idea....my body is aching all over and I feel really drowsy 😕

Peter: I'm so sorry.... I'll come bye and see you later, alright?

Gwen: Thanks for the thought, but you have a life, I'm sure you have other things to do.

Peter: But you are my life 💜

Gwen: *Scoffs* Wow, bugboy, cheesy much?

Peter: But you love me for it

Gwen: Umm, I don't know about that.....

Peter: What?! Ouch Gwen, you're breaking my heart

Gwen: Sorry, Peter, I need to stop talking to you- my head hurts. Come by when you can!

Peter: Of course, I hope your head gets better! 

Sighing, Gwen set her phone back and leaned back against the bed. "Ugh, why am I always so drowsy lately!"

Oh I don't know Gwendelyn, maybe because you have this condition called cancer!

"And how could I forget that?"

I don't know how could you?!

"Great, now I'm losing my mind and having conversations with myself! Ugh, I reallly need somebody to talk to." She thought for a moment, thinking of different people, before finally shouting "SIMON!"

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Peter felt like banging his head against the table. Nothing made sense. There weren't any clues in the newspapers, and none on the Oscorp website, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just go barging into Oscorp and snoop around, he couldn't even get past the front desk without being overwelmed with questions.

Unless he worked there...

A sudden idea sparked inside Peter. No, he didn't work there, but Gwen did....

No, he couldn't force Gwen into this mess, she had enough on her plate at the moment, and he didn't want her last days to be filled with worry...

Immedietly, he tried stopping himself from thinking any further, but he already had.  Gwen's voice echoed inside his head.

About a month. Only a month.

Yet she had so much to live for. Peter knew, if given the time, she would have achieved so many things. Why did it have to be her? Peter looked up from his desk to see all the photos covering his wall. Pictures of their first date together, the picture of the debate team (which he only kept because she was in it). There was the selfie he had taken of them both making faces at the camera, and the one of her sitting at the table outside of the school reading a book-one of the first pictures he had ever taken from her.

A tear dropped down Peter's cheek, soon followed by another, until a waterfall of tears were making his way down his face. He knew Aunt May was just down the hall and could easily hear him, but he didn't care. So what if she caught him crying his eyes out? He didn't care how much weakness he was showing or how detached he looked. None of it mattered. 

He wanted to punch and scream at every doctor in the hospital, even though he knew they couldn't help it. He wished he could punch cancer itself right in the face, but that didn't seem quite enough. He'd rather be punched hundred times square in the face by the strongest person on the Earth than have Gwen, his beautiful, charming, wonderful, Gwen die. 

Because even punches in the face wouldn't hurt nearly as much as the simple thought of living without Gwen Stacy.