I FELT HER slowly go limp in my arms. Her body slowly decreasing in temperature, and her grip slackening its hold on me--a silent plea, begging me to save her. She died, right in my arms. I didn't get there in time. I was too slow, and now, the love of my life was dead. And it's my fault. It's all my fault.
The tears prickled behind my eyes, slowly making their way down my face--making their way to freedom. I thought of all the time we were supposed to have together, what we were supposed to do once we had graduated. I couldn't shake the feeling that she dies solely because of me. 'If only I had been quicker . . . If only I had listened to Captain Stacy . . . If only I was better . . .' The thoughts swirled through my mind--reminding me of all I had done; all I had taken from this world; how selfish I am.
I ripped my mask away from my now tear-stained face. I didn't deserve to cry. I had murdered her. I was the reason she was dead. It was all my fault. I hadn't noticed I was screaming until lights shone from outside the clock tower, voices following soon after them. I knew I had to leave--knew I had to get away from her body before my identity was revealed. But . . . what was the use of keeping my identity a secret to protect the people I love . . . if they kept dying because of that identity?
I almost stayed for the police to arrest me, but my Spidey senses were screaming, and that was all it took for my recreant self to bolt from the scene of the crime. The scene where Gwen Stacy, the woman I was supposed to marry in exactly one month, was taken from me. By none other than Peter Parker himself. None other . . . than Spider-Man. None other . . . than me.
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Spider-Man: A Divided Heart
FanficWhen the love of his life dies, Peter Parker doesn't know what to do with himself. He blames himself for her death from the get-go, and months afterward, he seems to become an entirely different person. Delving himself into school work, and stopping...
