Gwen Stacy had just stepped out of the shower, and now, she was drying her hair with the blow dryer. Last night had been rough. Her father still hadn't returned, and when she woke up several hours ago, she saw her father talking on the phone. He told her that someone had kidnapped this young female known as Felicia Harding. Apparently, she was the daughter of this really wealthy multi-millionaire. He had to leave again. It didn't matter, though. Nothing could break the wall that stood between them now, and Gwen was relieved that her father wasn't home very often. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

"Coming!" she said as she slipped on her pink slippers. She quickly turned the blow dryer off and hurried to the door. She grabbed the doorknob and flung the door open. To her surprise, there was Peter-standing in the doorway.

"Peter," said Gwen as she stood there shocked. She tied the strands on her robe tighter. She noticed that as always, Peter looked tired, but she also noticed that on his face, there were small patches of soot. He was very sweaty, and his hair was unkempt and messy. His black T-shirt was hastily tucked into his blue jeans.

"Gwen," said Peter. He coughed slightly and cleared his throat. "We have to talk."

Gwen nodded. "Sure, Peter. Come in." Peter walked by her and sat on the closest armchair. She quietly closed the door.

"Hold on for a sec," said Gwen, "Let me get dressed." Gwen quickly left the room as she felt Peter stare at her. She walked toward her room and opened her closet. 'Nothing-absolutely nothing to wear.' Thought Gwen as she scanned through the whole stack of attire. 'Gwen, Peter isn't like that. He won't judge you by what you wear.' Nonetheless, it made her nervous. After two seconds, she pulled out a clean white T-shirt and her favorite pair of jeans. She quickly combed her hair, and after checking her reflection briefly, she walked out to see Peter mumbling to himself.

"Hey, Peter."

Peter looked up to see Gwen and smiled. "Wow, most girls I know would take hours picking out an outfit." Gwen smiled back. She walked toward the kitchen and opened the fridge. She took out a can of Coke.

"Would you like anything to drink, Peter?"

"Uh-a glass of water would be fine."

"You sure?" She turned around to see Peter nod. She took out a tall glass and poured water into it. She couldn't help but feel that with every move, Peter's eyes were following hers. She walked toward him and placed the glass in front of him. She took a sip of her Coke and saw Peter gulp down the water. She held the Coke in her hands as Peter placed the glass down gently on the clear coffee table between them.

"Wow. You must have been really thirsty."

"Yeah," replied Peter with a sheepish grin. After several long seconds of absolute silence, Gwen spoke up: "So, Peter, what are you here for?"

"Gwen," said Peter slowly. He looked up at her, "Last night, when we kissed, I felt torn between you and MJ. I couldn't decide who I loved more. A couple of minutes ago, I rescued this young couple from a fire as-"

"Spiderman?"

Peter nodded. 'That's why he's so sweaty and tired.' Thought Gwen.

"Well, the woman's husband was trapped under a huge pile of wood, and the place was about to fall down in a minute. I told her that she could wait outside, and I assured her that I would save him in time. Usually, they'd just nod their heads and leave, but she refused. At first, I thought that she didn't trust me, but she told me that wasn't it. The thing was it was her husband under there, and she didn't want to leave him-even though she knew I could save him. In fact, she even helped me take the pile of debris off him. When we finally got through, he wasn't breathing, so I attempted CPR. Fortunately, he was OK. He had cuts, bruises, scratches, and some burns, but he was alive. When he opened his eyes, his wife just literally threw herself on him." Peter shook his head, "You should have seen the look on her face. She was so glad and relieved. Her husband's face had that same look. But it wasn't just the look of relief on their faces." He looked at Gwen, "It was love, Gwen. Even though they've been married for five years, the look on their faces looked like they had just fallen in love all over again. Can you believe it? Five years, and they look like they've just been married. My aunt and my uncle had that same look on their faces too, you know. Everyday, they looked at each other like that-even though they had seen each other for 45 years. In a society like today's, where most marriages end up in divorce-where celebrities get a divorce after a day-there's still people out there like that couple that I saved and Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Gwen," He paused and looked at her with firm, but gentle eyes, "I know that the person I want to be with-that I've always wanted to be with-is MJ. There's no one else-not even you-who can change that. I'm sorry, Gwen."

At those words, Gwen's heart shattered, and her eyes welled with tears. 'Stay strong, Gwen.' She couldn't, though. The pain was too much for her to handle. Before she could stop them, the tears flowed quickly.

'I knew this would happen,' thought Peter. He couldn't bear to see anyone in so much pain because he knew what it was like. "Gwen, I'm so sor-"

To his surprise, the tears stopped, and Gwen looked up at Peter with a tight, forced smile. She shook her head, and the tears on her face shimmered and reflected the colors of the rainbow-giving Gwen a mystical aura. Peter was firm, though; his heart and his soul told him that he had made the right choice, and although he felt sorry for Gwen, he wouldn't change his decision.

"It's OK, Peter," whispered Gwen. She leaned over and grabbed Peter's hand. "I'm happy for you and MJ." She stood up slowly as Peter did the same.

"Gwen, you're a wonderful person, and I didn't-"

"Peter," said Gwen, "don't make anymore excuses. I'm sure you've made the right choice."

"Gwen, if there's anything-"

"No, Peter."

Peter slowly nodded-not knowing what to feel. Gwen looked up into his eyes and kissed him on his cheek She looked at his face and whispered, "Tell MJ that she's one lucky person." Peter nodded again. Gwen quickly turned around and walked away. Peter was about to leave when Gwen turned her head and looked at him. "I promise I won't tell anyone about your secret."

Peter looked at her, and with a confident smile, he whispered, "I know you won't." Gwen walked away as Peter stared at her and sighed. He opened the door and silently closed it for one last time.