"Peter...?"

"Mary-Jane..?"

"PETER!"

"MJ!"

Running as fast as he can on his skinny legs, Peter rushes to find Mary-Jane before time ran out. Whatever that meant. He wasn't even sure his location. His ears follows the screams of MJ as he ran closer and closer...to an dead-end. To where? It was too dark to see a thing but lights randomly start to flash as he saw that he was in an alleyway. Scared and confused, he searched around. Searching for Mary-Jane. His love. His eyes saw a fallen body so he came slowly closer. Closer and closer he crept. Until he saw blood. But not Mary-Jane's...but Gwen's. Gwen Stacy. His first love...

"No...no, no, no..."

Peter gets on his knees.

"No. Not again. Not again."

The area where Gwen fell through the air by...him. Him. Green Goblin. That bastard. When he felt someone's breath on his neck, he slowly turns to see...

A ceiling light. His ceiling light. His eyes slowly adjust as he slowly gets up from his bed. Had it been six months since Gwen died? And yet, he was still having nightmares. Because it was his fault she was dead in the first place. He sighs as he gets into the bathroom and strips off his clothes as he gets into the shower, turns on the warm water, and silently wept to himself so he doesn't wake up Aunt May. She tried sending him to multiple therapists but they were no help for his situation. No medication was good enough to make her go away. Sometimes he sees her wherever he went, smiling at him. Thanks to him, Mary-Jane hates him, Harry avoids him, and the whole school distant themselves, which he was grateful about, for he didn't need them anyway. Where were them when the nightmares first appeared? As he finished, he dressed into a blue New York Knicks sweatshirt and black baggy jeans, grabbed his camera and bookbag, and left the house before Aunt May woke up. Not bothering to say goodbye. He felt ashamed, not why? He didn't need to bring her into his problems. Over and over and fucking over again. As he puts on his headphone, listening to Coldplay's Fix You, he waits for the bus to NYU, the college where him and Gwen were supposed to go together before she-

The bus arrives and he gets upon the bus, first seat...next to Harry Osborn.

Great.

Good thing Harry wasn't paying attention. He looks out the window, headphones on as well. Either that or he was ignoring Peter. He didn't blame him. The first two weeks of Gwen's death, Peter cut off all contact with his friends, crying in the shower while watching Mean Girls. Harry was texting someone when he looked up, spotting Peter next to him.

"Peter. Not surprised. Was there no other seats?"

"Not now, Har."

"Heh. Haven't heard that nickname since you ditched us."

"I didn't ditch YOU guys."

"Well you kinda did!"

Peter and Harry glare at each other until hey reached campus. Much to his content, Peter gets off first before being shoved from behind by Harry, who glared at him before catching up to Flash, who high-fives Harry but glares at Peter.

Great.

Peter quickly made his way to his dorm, locking the door behind him, sliding down and sniffling before he heard a knock.

"Go away...!"

"Peter...? It's Ellis."

Ellis. Yes. He opens the door and grabs her inside. Ellis looks at him with confused eyes underneath her glasses and says, "Are you ok? Is it Gwen again?"

Peter looks at her caramel complexion and slowly nods. Ellis sighs and her hazel eyes laid upon him, hugging him.

"It'll be alright, Peter. Gwen's in a better place, remember?"

"It's my fault she's dead."

"How?"

It was hard to explain. He can't say "Because I'm Spiderman."

No.

"I wasn't there for her."

Ellis kisses his forehead and says, "Gwen is with God. Don't worry about her."

As she leaves, Peter feels upon his forehead and gathers his stuff for Advanced Chemistry.