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 stepped off the subway on Central Park West, leaving across the street from where Harry and I decided to meet. I'm not exactly sure why Harry decided Central Park out of all places, as it was beginning to get chilly with it being slightly later in the day. I crossed the street briskly, making sure to look both ways as I did. I followed along on the pathway of the park until it led me in the middle where the Bow Bridge was seated.
There was Harry's dark figure in the middle, the soft wind blowing through his dark brown coat. He was alone on the bridge, no one else daring to step upon it with the boy up there.
I bit my lip, feeling myself begin to get anxious just by seeing him. Even though there was a great distance between us, I felt my wrist begin to ache just from the thought of what had happened. I took a heavy breath, strutting towards the bridge to get closer.
"Elena.," he said softly, his eyes not leaving where they were placed. He took a sharp breath in, finally turning his face towards me.
I didn't say anything, nor even move from my position. My feelings were discombobulated, unable to configure. "Hey." I managed out, my body growing stiff.
"Look, I know it was hard to come out here and see me, for that, I'm thankful for," Harry mentioned, attempting to take a step closer to me, but stopped after he saw my body language. "I never had any intention of hurting you as I did. My brain... it wasn't in the right place."
I nodded, my eyes down at my shoes, afraid to meet his eyes. I wanted to respond, but there was no way I could. There were no words that could possibly answer to that.
"There is no excuse to what I did, mentally sound or not... and with that, I'm incredibly sorry." He continued, his eyes dropping slightly. "You don't have to forgive, you can even leave and never come back. But I just wanted you to know how bad I feel about all of this." Harry shuffled his hands in his pocket.
"I want to know everything," I said after a moment of silence between us. "Don't hold anything back because obviously there's more than you let on."
Harry glanced down, his eyes then farting back up to mine, concern held in them. "anything. I'd do anything to gain your trust back-"
"its never going to be the same, Harry. You realize that right?" my voice interrupting his. He closed his mouth, letting me continue. "Because all I think about when I see you, are you pinning me up against the wall, almost crushing me."
Harry's mouth drew to a line, his jaw clenched as I talked. He knew I was right, and I wish I weren't right. I wish I could pretend that all of this hadn't happened, but it did... and that was the problem.
"Okay. I'll explain everything." His voice drenched in sorrow. "Can we go sit?" He questioned, his eyes darting to the park bench by the end of the bridge. I nodded, briskly walk-in ahead of him, his body shuffling directly behind me. I sat at the edge of the bench,
