Peter's Journal

Valentine's Day

**Just a written version of Spider-Man: Blue

There's one day where I come over to the bridge. No body knows about it. I don't make a big deal about it.

As I swing over towards the Brooklyn bridge, I tightly clench the rose in my hand.

Today's Valentine's Day. Everyone is spending time with their or thinking about their loved ones.

People down below call out, "Hey, Spidey! Happy Valentine's!" Others shout, "I LOVE YOU, SPIDEY." But I don't hear it.

For me, today's a day about remembering someone so important to me I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

The headlights twinkle off in the distance.

I didn't know that meant that she would only spend the rest of her life with me.

As I'm on my last thread to reach the the site, I can hear his cackles. The green. The bombs. The maniac who killed her.

Gwen, I miss you. So much. I wish you were still here. I should've caught you-

I take a deep breath.

But it wasn't my fault. No matter how many times I still blame myself, I know it wasn't.

I gently lower the rose on to the spot where I held her.

Happy Valentine's Day, Gwen. I love you. I wish you were here. We all do