Spoiler; Tom Holland Imagines

Parker : Heartbeats

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

Warning
– Endgame spoiler
– it's a meh writing of mine

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If I had a choice, I wish I could have just joined the other half of the universe. It hurts how I just can't forget how they turned into ashes. Surviving the snap was like the synonym of living in the darkest hours here on earth. Most of the people who survived display an alarming amount of symptoms of depression. The cities you once thought would never die lost its life. Everything that surrounded you just became dull. No matter where in the world you go, nothing is jus the same. The atmosphere just wasn't as before; hell literally met the reality.

Closing my eyes, I turned the cold knob to open the door to my family's apartment in Queens just to remind me that I was left all alone for the last five years; it was lonely and blue. I did not visit this place within the span of those years, I wanted to keep myself away from the "most memorable place" in my life. The flat's state can be perfectly described as chilly and dark— the lighting fixtures barely did its jobs anymore. The walls that have been painted with the shade of maroon, along with the dark brown furniture did not help with the aura either. Dust were visible everywhere, to the point that they all pooled up to make little weblike structures. That was when it hit me once again, I was left behind.

My entire clan vanished except for me, leaving me the only one in our bloodline moving in this very universe. Most of my friends went missing too. I am not exaggerating, I tried to contact all of my known relatives and friends, so to keep myself some company, I crash by May's flat. It was not just for my benefit, but for her's too. We were sort of close in terms of friendship, despite the ginormous age gap, and whenever you set us up together, the talks that we share would always be so fruitful. She was like a second mother of mine, hence why it makes me sore whenever I hear her crying bounces through the walls of her place. Sadly, this happens pretty much each night that pass by. Ever since the incident, she cannot function properly, for all she thought about was his nephew, Peter.

I placed my purse down the kitchen nook before I wandered around my old residence, back when I was still with my family. Just nearby, I located a family portrait that settled just within our kitchen. I wiped the dust off to see the smiles of my family members that I miss seeing in reality. Even though they annoy me a lot, I do miss them, a lot in fact. Without them, I know that I wouldn't be the same person that I am right now. I held it for a minute or so before I placed it back down on where it was originally situated.

In every corner I glance at, I just see the memories become projected and replay in my mind as if they were movies that were never meant to enter the production stage again. Once I enter a bedroom that either my parents or my siblings owned, I could just feel tears slowly roll down my cheeks. However, the flashback of memories along with the tears just got worse by the moment I entered my own room. Though nothing changed, not even a book moved, I could just clearly remember everything this four-cornered space gave me.