Peter's POV
I knew she wasn't fine, and was not telling me her emotions for a reason. Trying to coax it out of her, I gently say, "Please, Gwen. You can tell me. I now it's weird, considering we just started talking a few days ago." My voice carches at the last note, and I hope she doesn't notice.
She looks at me, and it almost looks like she's mentally debating something, and she looks at me in confusion.
"Gwen? Are you alright?" I ask carefully.
She looks at me, before shaking her head and forcing a laugh, "Yeah sorry, just zoned out for a minute there. Would you like some cocoa?" It's an obvious attempt to change the subject, but I go with it anyways.
"Yeah, sure. Want me to get it?"
But Gwen is already getting up, "I got this Peter. Just sit here, and...relax."
She leaves the room, and I'm alone with my thoughts. But I can only think about her. It kills me, remembering the way we were, the way if something was wrong I'd be the first person she told about it, or the way she never seemed to keep any secrets from me.
It's not like that anymore.
"Here you go," Gwen said, coming into back into the room, handing me a mug.
"Thanks," I said, taking it.
She sat across from me on the couch, our feet touching.
"Mmm," Gwen said, taking a sip. "I remember Dad used to make the best cocoa."
I looked up at her, his eyes silently asking her to go on.
She sighed, "He always made it so special, it was the best thing ever. One of the few things I can remember"
Gwen looked back at me, "I love chocolate." I chucked at the way she said the simple question with so much seriousness and intensity.
"Enough to live in a chocolate house?" I smiled at the memory.
Gwen laughed, "I don't know...maybe." She obviously had no recollection of the last time a "chocolate house" had been mentioned, but I saw it coming.
I still managed to laugh along with her. A few minutes passed, before Gwen placed her mug on the table and stood up, stretching.
"I'm tired. I'm going to go on to bed."
I nodded, and stood up, "I'll leave...through the door this time."
Gwen smiled, "Probably a better idea."
"Night Gwen."
"Good night, Peter."
"I love you," I whispered silently in my head, before quietly living her apartment.
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forget me not
Fanfiction~He could almost see it in her eyes. A spark of memory, of recognition, before once again, it was gone.~ We know what happens in the movie when Gwen Stacy fell from the clock tower that one night. But this isn't the movie. *Gweter short story fanfi...
