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This is my take on what happens if they kill Gwen in the next movie. I really don't want them too, I love Gwen. But I have to let this out.
Spider-man (c) Marvel
You never forget your first love. It's the best…
Until it's over.
"Peter, please…"
"Just stay away from me."
Heart-breaking, life-changing.
"Please let me help you." She said desperately.
But how it ends and where we go from there is different for each one of us.
"There's nothing you can do!" He snapped. "And so many I could have done…"
She stood there, not a single step closer. Hands reaching out for him then stopped. She helplessly watched her love crying, struggling to fight his way out of the truth, only to crush himself harder with guilt and blame. The truth was still out there, surrounding, and it hurt. It killed. She could feel him getting colder, more broken than ever with each passing second. There was nothing she could do, yes. She had never been the one who could do anything for him. But she couldn't leave him suffer on his own. She loved him way too much.
He put on his mask and jump right out the window, into the cold, dark night, without turning back.
She knew where he was going.
Tears streamed down her face.
And he'd always go to that place, leaving her for it anytime, without a second thought. She knew all too well. She knew, that there was no way to fix this. This wasn't about someone leaving his life for someone else's. It was someone he loved leaving this world forever. It wasn't about fleeting teenage romance coming to an end, but losing the only peaceful place in his heart to the beast of war.
He could never be the same again.
He kept going, but blindly.
He kept living, but empty.
It was a void in his heart, not her, nor anyone could fill.
Yes, things would change, somehow, someday. But for better or for worse, he would choose to spend his life with the pain. He could live with that. Because he never wanted to forget.
Never wanted to forget HER.
Everything of Peter Parker belonged with Gwen Stacy. And most of him had already died the moment he realized he had failed to protect her.
Mary Jane Watson knew she couldn't replace that, of even take another place next to him, but somehow she kept trying. She wouldn't dare say she could heal him, she simply just be there, whether he wanted or not. Just like him, she cried herself to sleep. But if he kept hoping the next time he open his eyes, everything would have been a dream, she hoped for once, he could see her as a new day.
She comforted herself, though she couldn't bring back what was gone, she could be something new.
Just not what he needed.