PETER'S POV
2 years later
I brush the snow off her tombstone with my glove-covered hand before kneeling down in front of it with a sigh.
"It's been 2 years since I saw your beautiful face, tasted your mouth and touched your skin," I shake my head and chuckle a little. "Oh man, does that sound perverted?"
I slip off a glove and trace the lettering of her name with a bare fingertip. The engravings are cold with the bite of winter and my heart pumps with every letter I trace of her name. The G is a slightly lighter tone than the W, E and N...
Here rests
GWENDOLYN MAXINE STACY
August 24th 1996 - June 3rd 2014
I look down before I read another and take in a few short breaths.
I look up just above her tombstone and squint at the early morning sun and I smile. She deserves to see such a beautiful sight yet though she can't, I'm glad it's near her.
I failed her.
I failed you, Gwen. Breathe in breathe out. You deserved to see more of this world, you deserved to go to Oxford and be the vibrant, intelligent girl that I fell in love with. You deserved to win those prestigious awards for your discovering's, you deserved to shake hands with the top of the top," a few tears sneak out of the corners of my eyes. "But I know as I say this what you would say if you were sitting here with me, right now, two years on. You would say that just because someone is more known that you, like a celebrity, it doesn't mean they're better than you, because we are all the same, we are all human."
I don't wipe the tears from my face because I know what they mean. 2 years on and I've finally accepted that it's okay to cry, that crying is not a weakness. People will tell you to suck it up and move on but I don't want to move on... your memory will live inside me forever and though memories do fade, I know mine have slightly, some of the most powerful live within us until the dawns of time. I know that you've left a stain on my heart. A smile tugs at my lips.
How do I go on without her?
What am I supposed to do? I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
How is she just gone?
I
I failed her.
Violent sobs rack my body and I'm shivering like crazy, but I don't care, because I'm still alive and she's not.
She's not.
I blink at the memory. I'm doing so much better now, Gwen.
I love you. I will always until forever love you.
No one forgets his or her first love. I feel a prick of pain at the thought, because 2 years ago that would've felt like a stab to the heart.
Running a hand through my hair, I say "And guess what? You received the gift of Valedictorian. Like we didn't know you wouldn't. I accepted the award on your behalf... I hope that's okay? It was a difficult move, I remember them calling up your name and I expected to see you walking through the crowd like the queen you are but you don't know and wearing one of your genuine smiles that could kill the darkness. But then..." I take a deep breath. "I realized you weren't there, because you're gone and
"I love you, Gwen. Your stain on my heart is definitely the permanent type so don't worry you will never be forgotten. I won't let that happen. Your memory will live inside a lot of us and I'll come and visit you, so this isn't the last time you'll hear from me. I'm sorry about that? Okay bye, I love you."
The process of becoming Spider-Man again was hurt to say the least, but then I remember why I became him in the first place and how that reason changed over time into something more important and humane. I wanted to protect people from fates like Uncle Ben's, because no one deserves that.
After her, another reason for living on in Spider-Man sparked.
2 years and 2 months later
I barged into the coffee shop with my camera slung around my neck, backpack hanging off of one shoulder, skateboard practically stashed in my armpit and my laptop bag dangling from the opposite arm. I was in a hurry.
I spotted her strawberry blonde hair in a window seat overlooking central park and made my way over, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I plopped down on the opposite sofa/seat letting my bags fall down beside me.
"I am so sorry for being late, I maybe kinda -"
"Not to be rude or anything but who are you?" the voice from across the table asked me.
I looked up at her face and mentally swore, I'd got the wrong person.
"Oh god, I'm sorry," I let out a laugh. "I thought you were my friend."
Looking at this girl now I can't believe I mistook her for Grace, other than the fact that they both have similar hair colour's they are complete opposites. This girl has bright green eyes and her nose rises slightly at the tip. What I'm surprised about is that she doesn't have any freckles.
"You're not even ginger," I blurted out and slumped down in my seat with my head falling onto the table in front of me. "I mean-"
"Redhead actually. So what's the hurry?"
I lean my head on an elbow.
"I was just late as usual, uh, do you want a coffee or something I'm really sorry for interrupting your." I gesture to this whole booth.
"My," she mimics my actions. "Is cool and are you insinuating something?" A smirk pulls at her lips as she cocks an eyebrow.
I let out a laugh. "Nah, I'm too skater boy for that." I wink and she laughs again, but this time it's a genuine one. I look around the coffee shop and spot Grace who looks, uh, mildly annoyed.
"Grace!" I shout and her head shoots in my direction. "I'm sorry I'll be over in a sec." she glares at me and I grin back before standing up along with all my baggage.
"I might have to take you up on that coffee sometime. What's your name?" The girl asks.
"Hi, I'm Peter Parker." I put out my hand.
"Hello, I'm MJ." She shakes my head and must see the confusion on my face because she smiles. Dimples. And says. "short for Mary Jane."
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THE END.
- So this is officially over and I can't deny the relief I feel over this, but of course I'm sad as well :-(
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