They say that when you die your entire life flashes before your eyes. But that's wrong, you only see the important parts. You see everything you love. I'm falling through the air and I can see Peter and Harry fighting, but I see so much farther past that.
I see my first day of kindergarten where I had so much fun but had to go home early because I ate too much play-doh and I was sick for the next week. My mom hardly ever left my side that week.
I see myself and Philip walking into the hospital room with dad to see the face of my new baby brother, Howard.
I see a nine year old Gwen Stacy sitting in a locked room with a boy named Tobey because we had been dared to kiss each other by our friends. That was my first kiss. Tobey died of brain cancer two years later.
I see so much more, I see my loving family never leaving me no matter how bad things would get. I see my brothers teasing me but I always knew it was all out of love.
I see the look on my own face when I found out I had gotten an internship at Oscorp.
Most importantly I see myself walking into a classroom Sophomore year and I see one other kid sitting in the room. Peter Parker. We were both five minutes early but we were both too shy to talk to each other. I see him taking the picture of the debate team, I see him getting beaten up by Flash Thompson, I see him and I kissing on my balcony, I see him showing up at my window in his Spider-Man costume covered in blood, and I see him in his own doorway telling me he can't be with me.
Peter Parker was the love of my life. He was willing to give up everything and move to England with me. He was so fearless, so full of life. He would always put everyone else ahead of himself. Sure that wasn't always a good thing but it was part of what I loved about him. I loved Peter Parker, not Spider-Man. Of course the thrill of dating a superhero was amazing, but he was always more than that to me.
"Gwen!" I faintly hear his screams in the background. Everything is moving so slowly, but it feels so fast. I can see his web reaching out to me as I recall what will always be my favorite memory with Peter.
"He's got you on his computer! I'm his probation officer! Don't forget Aunt May."
"Uh, haha, okay! He's a, uh, a character, huh? That's my uh, my uncle. He, um, he's a pathological liar and he thought you were someone else."
"Aw, man, you don't have me on your computer?"
"Well, yeah, I mean like I have, I took a photo of the debate team and you're in the debate team, so…"
"Right."
"So, he must have seen um, I was touching up stuff."
"You were touching up stuff?"
"Come on, I was just, ha I'm not gonna answer that!"
"Did you get expelled?"
"No, haha no I didn't get expelled I got, I got community service. Um, so uh, you wanna, uh, I dunno, um…"
"Wanna what?"
"I don't know, just uh, um, I don't know we could uh… or we could do something else or we could, if you don't-"
"Uh-huh, yeah!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah either one."
"Really?"
"Sure!"
"Alright good, so, yeah. Okay, I, no I can't right now."
"Yeah, no."
"I'm so busy right now."
"I know, me too, ugh."
"But, uh, maybe uh…"
"Yeah just, you know…"
"Some other-"
"Time."
"Haha."
"Alright."
"Oka