A Promise Broken

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO
Gwen's POV
     Spiderman walks to me. By now, most of the citizens have dispersed and gone back home. The police is making its way to the top of the Empire State Building. I stand with my mother and three brothers.     
     He is now standing right next to me and takes off his mask. I hear my mother gasp while my brothers say
"Your boyfriend is Spider-Man? This is so cool!"
But his eyes are red and puffy, there are fresh tear trials on his scratched face.
"Peter, what's wrong?"
He avoids eye contact. He slowly places a police cap on my head. Engraved on it reads "Officer Stacy." Lucky for him, I decided not to wear a bun that day! Suddenly, it hit me like a wave in the beach. The realization that my father is dead. My mother is already in tears while my brothers have an innocent yet confused look on their face. I am too shook and astonished to do anything but leave my mouth gaping open. Finally, tears spring to my eyes but I determine to hold them back. I can't let Peter see me like this, besides, I'm not wearing waterproof mascara. I hear him speak softly
"I-I couldn't save your dad. I'm so sorry."
He looks like he wants to hug me and tell me we will get through it together, but he doesn't. He just walks away without looking back.

Peters POV
     I look over the edge and see Gwen and her family. They trust me but in a few moments, I will be completely set off from their life. As I make my way down the building, I practice what I will say. I saved Officer Stacy's police hat and decide to give it to Gwen.
     As I approach the Stacy family, I avoid eye contact because if I don't, I will surely break into tears again. I remove my mask for Gwen, not caring that her family now knows my secret. I gently place her dads cap on her perfectly curled hair. I hear her mom break into tears then I can tell the exact second that Gwen understands her dad is gone.
     It takes all the power within me to not kiss and comfort her, but I have to keep the promise. I put my mask on then walk back to my house. I know if I look back, it will be impossible for me to live with myself so I keep my focus forward. Aunt May is in the family room, watching the news. When I enter, she fusses over every little scratch on me (or every big scratch.)
"I didn't go through four years of college becoming a nurse to let my own nephew suffer so much!"
I force a smile and reply
"Its not only my body that hurts, Aunt May. I need to be alone."