Sparks Fly : A Harry Osborn Love Story Book Three Of Marvel Series

Chapter Sixteen : The Way

That's all that I remember from that night.

There was screaming, a cry for help, and two people had died that night. My friend Gwen had let go because death had killed her.

I had died because I wanted my lover to gain inner peace. But thats not what happened because he had stabbed his hoverboard into my stoumach . I had tried to save Gwen but I lost my arm instead. With the two wounds, I had became short of blood and I died in my killers arms because of a stupid choice to loving him.

He of course appoligised, but I had known that he was right about it.

Harry Osborn had used me.

But I thought when I was going to open my eyes, I was going to see Max, Gwen and my mother in open arms waiting for me to come back with them. But instead I had seen a hospital ceiling light. It was rather bright for anyone's eyes.

It doesn't make sence. I thought that I was supposed to be dead because of what happened last night. There was no way that I could have recovered from the loss of my blood like that.

"Keep calm Lynnsey. Your safe here" I heard a voice that sounded so famillar to me. I had turned my head to the right to see Peter on the bedside holding onto a photo. I presume that it's a photo of him and Gwen . But his deep brown eyes were locked onto me.

I can't believe that I am alive.

That made wonder where Gwen was. If I lived then she must have as well. I proped to my elbows to rise myself up a bit " Where's Gwen"

He didn't awnser because I already knew the awnser.

"Lynnsey. You lost a lot of blood. Your lucky that someone had donated their blood to save your life. Especially since your a demi god"

I never thought of that yet. "Who had given me some blood?"

Peter had shrugged and placed his hand on my new arm. " As for your new arm however, your friend had came by and constructed one for you . Make sure you thank him"

Of course, good old Bucky.

Well its good that I can at least still have two arms. Even though one will be more awsome then the other. I however had known that I had been important to Peter even after all that we went through. When I had turned my back from him completely and had ignored him.

He had put enough trust on me that he redeemed me as his heir.

Peter had lightly smiled as he seen that I was studying my silver arm Brucky welded on me. I guess that this was to make up for me helping his girlfriend out. This was a nice way to say thank you for just doing my job.

I didn't do my job when I failed to save Gwen. My wound's aren't a excuse for me to be lazy on my job. I known better and I should have reached even further. What sort of feeling is Peter feeling just by looking at his girlfriend's killer?

"Peter, I am so sorry about Gwen"

His eyes shifted down and taken a deep breath " I know you are Lynnsey. But we both know that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't have saved her. You had made enough effort to save her" He looked at my arm.

I did. But I might have been able to save her if I had more strength. I didn't though beause of my wound that my boyfriend gave me. He was the reason why I am here right now, with a robotic arm. He is the reason why I lost Max, my guardian. The killer that ended his life still remains unknown to me. Perhap's it might be for the better.

Remember what happened when I found out how my Uncle turned into the Lizard?

I need to learn to forgive. It's the reason why Peter and I had been fighting in the first place. I don't need him to love me anymore. I don't deserve to even be friends with Spider-man after all of this.