❝WHEN YOU'RE WEAK, I'LL BE STRONG
WHEN YOU LET GO, I'LL HOLD ON.
WHEN YOU NEED TO CRY, I SWEAR THAT I'LL BE THERE TO DRY YOUR EYES.
WHEN YOU FEEL LOST AND SCARED TO DEATH,
LIKE YOU CAN'T TAKE ONE MORE STEP
JUST TAKE MY HAND, TOGETHER WE CAN DO IT
I...
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O N E— AD MELIORA
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THINK OF A CITY LIKE A PERSON, because once you lose something within yourself or around you, you will always be forever changed. It seems that way after Peter Parker died that New York City was either thriving with life on time defining levels or it was weighed down by its loss like someone stomping over a fire. It made the city vulnerable, made the people afraid and everyone was wounded in every way possible because now it feels like it was worse than before Spider-Man donned the tights and made us feel not so alone. Now we have to deal with the after, without the one person keeping us all put together.
It had been a month since Peter died and Ned was still gone.
Evelien woke up on her side, though her bedroom's curtains were closed, she opened her eyes because in these times you need to wake up before you tell yourself you can't and never get out of bed. Feel normal again, feel again like life is worth living. She sat up and rubbed her neck and massaged it as best she could. Evelien went digging again for everything Peter last night. Her bedroom was an awful mess and every drawer was overflowing on the ground, her clothes were everywhere in no particular way of organization.
She yawned for maybe the tenth time, she had been awake until two in the morning just rifling through pictures and looking at everything he had given her. Pictures were littered everywhere on the ground, in her bed, under her pillow-- it was too much. It was all overwhelming to have something that reminded her of him. Evelien's room held many memories of her and Peter and Ned when they'd do homework at times, they always make a big mess in her room, leaving cups and dishes around for her to find half drunk soft drinks or half eaten pizza. She missed them hanging out at her place when Aunt May wasn't home and they had no food left at Peter's, or when any of them were bored. She missed having to clean up after them, smiling as they left something of theirs she'd have to return. Evelien just wanted one more day to savour.
Evelien hugged her knees to her chest, breathing in her pajama bottoms which had that comforting fabric softener smell. She'd miss the sweet perfume smell often from Aunt May and the chemical smell he was always often hiding, now that she thought about it, she'd never really know why or what that was. Another part of him she'd never experience again.
Often times around the house when she was delaying homework and her thoughts were frazzled because of the endlessness of cleaning that her house had become, almost entirely she thought about Ned Leeds.
Worrying about him, remembering how he acted, who he was before everything happened, about how stupid she was for not asking him to homecoming herself because maybe she could've given him at least one happy memory and smile— but that would never have happened anyways, he was always going to follow Peter wherever he went. She tried to shake those thoughts that she could've done something because it wouldn't bode well to dream like that, as if she could've made Ned or Peter do anything.
