Elena Stewart never even knew of Spiderman. After transferring from a small town in Ohio, to now the Big Apple, she has a lot to adjust with. She becomes intrigued by this so-called Spiderman, the man who flies through the air on webs made of silk...
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"I've lost him." _________________________
I felt dead.
Actually- maybe I was dead because I honestly couldn't feel anything right now.
Isolated, cold.
My mind was filled with thousands of things, but one thing for sure... something was terribly wrong.
The worst part about it, I couldn't do anything to fix it.
I couldn't help him.
I couldn't help him even if I tried.
My mind was burned with the words he had said to me, rehearsing in my head as if were an orchestra.
Louder, and louder it gets with each and every step I take.
I stumble into someone, mumbling a quiet sorry to them as I turn around into the alleyway.
The tears cascaded down my cheeks, no thought of even stopping anytime soon. My back slid against the wall, heaving breaths escaping from my mouth. I peered around, watching people quickly watch past the alley I was seated in.
No one understood what was happening, not that they cared.
To them, I looked like someone who had just gotten their heartbroken by some guy.
