So.. me being alone and all... I decided I needed some air at one point, and for some reason my feet took me to the graveyard.
And I stood at dad's grave.. it'd been so long since I'd seen him.. I guess I just.. needed a Dad and daughter moment.. except, he didn't talk back.. my mind raced from him, to me.. mom, Peter.. and his parents, to Jake.. and his too.
He never really mentions them.. guess it was- it's.. complicated.. but I understand why.. but scratch that, I walked up. And all those damn memories hit me- and I fell to my knees.
Like I remember, when Peter came round once.. and we discussed what it'd be like if I ever moved out, and Pete and I moved in together, just as girlfriend and boyfriend, nothing serious... he said to Pete that he better not walk around me in his boxers every morning like Dad did.
Because apparently I donno.. he didn't finish what he had to say since the police needed him.. and Pete left too of course- The last time I ever saw Dad was outside of Oscorp in his damn police uniform with a gun in hand...
No wonder why I feel like shit whenever I see a NYPD car drive past-
I guess I've only got Peter, Jake and the rest of my family left..
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Good times...
I really need to start making these entries longer again- I miss those days, when I actually had something interesting to write about- but I guess at the moment.. nothing amazing or phenomenal..
Who thought that Gwen Parker's life would be boring, even though she has a husband and a son that's New York's hero's..
Peter said that he wanted to take a break from the whole hero thing. And let his dad do all the dirty work..
Okay, no offence but his dad's like 50.. and New York is gonna wonder where the real spidey got to- I can't let him. If Peter wasn't Spider-Man, we'd probably of never met.. or have kissed, I mean..
Spider-Man is important.. to a lot of people, especially me.. yeah, I know.. cliché, but..
Anyways, back to the graveyard, I fell to my knees, and started balling my eyes out.. anger, hit me hard. Surprisingly May was there. To see Ben I guess.. or Mary.. but she just put a hand on my shoulder and I looked up, I stood up, and just cried into her shoulder,
Look, it was probably hormones, but I hadn't had a massive cry in ages... it was like I- was a grenade, wanting to explode, and when I did, someone pinned me, locking, waiting for me to explode again.
Eventually I pulled away and apologised for getting her sweater wet, but you know her.. she didn't care. I can see why she's so important to Pete.. May cares for everyone.. she's just so.. innocent- she even said that Peter better distract me- somehow from it all-..
But, I eventually went home. Pete or Jake, no where to be seen, as usual.. Java ran up to my feet, falling over half way over to me. I picked him up and- went to the couch again, waiting for something interesting to actually happen..
It's been over 3 hours now and it's 4am... you know I can't sleep without lanky, and I don't even know if Jacobs asleep or not.. he could still be out too-..
