The look on his face…
Mary Jane Watson hurried out of the lavish penthouse, his pleas with her to come back burning in her mind, she felt overwhelmed with guilt and…
Pleasure…
She shook the thought from her mind, it was impossible. As she got into the elevator, she had no choice but to turn, and face…
Harry… What have I done?
The look in his eyes! The unmistakable sadness. Loneliness. He looked so helplessly lost, all alone. She'd seen the own look in her eyes.
"Mary Jane!"
It was too much, overwhelming guilt, not over Peter, but… Harry.
I can't leave him…
The kiss, it'd felt so perfect. Natural.
"Please Mary Jane!"
I won't leave him…
Mary Jane stopped the elevator, putting one hesitant foot in front of the other, willing herself to walk closer.
Harry was still, his arms at his sides, confusion in his expressive eyes.
"I should've never left…"