Peter never thought it would happen. He never thought he would not be able to save you. Peter saved everyone, no matter who he was fighting. But when it came to Carnage, it was impossible to save you. He tried his hardest to catch you, but he just couldn't. You plummeted too fast, and hit the ground too hard. Peter's heart broke the moment you took your last breath, in his arms. Recently, Peter had stayed in his room. Crime was at it's highest rate in Queens. Peter was lay on his bed in the dark. Your funeral was that morning. He carried your coffin. You were his best friend, girlfriend, soulmate. Everyone asked how he was, whilst he sat on the front row, with his Aunt May. His eyes never came off the photo of you that was lay out. It felt like a nightmare to him. One where you can't wake up, no matter how hard you try or want to. Once MJ began her small speech about you, Peter lost it, and walked out the room, swinging off to the top of the old Avenger's Tower, his eyes pouring with grief from losing you. He felt as though he let you die. That he didn't try hard enough.
He headed back to his Aunt May's apartment, climbing through the window, so she wouldn't ask him if he was okay, because he clearly wasn't. He knew she just cared, but he didn't want to talk about you. He changed out of his suit, and laying on his bed. He reached for him phone, which still had your smiling face as the lock screen. He unlocked his phone, using your birthday digits. He went to his photo gallery, and to the album that was named with your name. He lay there, flicking through the memories. Suddenly he swiped onto a video of the two of you.
"Peter, what are you doing?" your recorded self asked Peter.
"Look at you. You look so beautiful I had to record you" Peter answered.
"Ah Peter stop" You giggled embarrassed.
"Only if you kiss me first" Peter annoyed you. You kissed Peter sweetly, before pulling away.
"I don't need a reason to kiss you" you smiled. Peter choked up on his tears. The door opened, revealing a concerned Aunt May.
"Oh Peter" May said, sitting beside him, and holding him while he sobbed.
"It's all my fault. If I had caught her, we wouldn't all be grieving. If I hadn't loved her, she wouldn't have died" Peter cried.
"Do not blame yourself Peter. She loved you and you know she did. I know you don't want to hear this, but she would have died for you. Whenever she turned up and you had gone saving the world, she would always talk about you, and how if she died because of the love you two had, she would have died happily. She's the brightest star up there in the sky, and she is watching over you, and would not want you to be unhappy. She would want you to be out there, saving everyone you can" Aunt May told Peter.
"Thanks May. I think that helped, apart from the dying part, but I feel a lot better I spoke to you about it" Peter said.
"Always here kid. You haven't ate in days, I will order in some pizza" May smiled, walking out the room. Peter wasn't over you, and he never forgot your smile, or voice, or your last moments on this earth. He cherished his memories, knowing he couldn't forget someone like you if he tried.
