He held her tightly against his aching chest. Her body was motionless. Too still. Too cold. Too dead. And he knew there was no hope for her, but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was all a bad dream. That Harry didn't try to kill him, that her neck didn't snap from whiplash, and that she would wake up with that amazing smile of hers and tease him for crying like a baby. Didn't he deserve a break from all the tragedies in his life? Was the universe playing a cruel trick on him, a mere teenager with abilities he never asked for, just to see how long it would take for him to finally snap?
Peter knew he was being selfish for wishing for her to start breathing again. But he would argue with himself that he was still just a kid, and that Gwen meant everything to him. Her smile always brighten up his day, he laughter was music to his ear, her mere presence a beacan of hope in the darkened reality of his job as a superhero. She was the only person he could openly admit that he was terrified of not being good enough. The world have the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, so why would they need Puny Parker to protect them?
Was he even worthy or calling himself a superhero? He let three people die. All of them could've been prevented if it wasns't for his stupidity. He took his uncle away from his Aunt May. Took Captain Stacy from Gwen, then Gwen from her family. Truely, things would've been much better if he didn't became Spider-Man. Peter buried his face into the crook of her motionless body, his own body shaking from sobbing.
"Gwen, please..." he choked out, his grip on her tightning. "Say something... Anything... I can't lose you too..."
A/N: Very short one-shot. I was listening to sad songs, and thought of Pete and Gwen. I still tear up whenever I watch that scene from the movie. I know this could be written better, but I'm honestly not that good so this is all I can give you. Apologies.
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