A Day in the Life of Forever: Prologue
Peter,
It's been over two years now, you know? He's been gone, and buried, for over two years. It's been six months since I found out who's behind the mask that took him. Can you believe that? Two and a half years of our lives right there… wasted… just…gone. You and I, obviously, haven't spoken once. How can we? I mean, it wouldn't be the same. That normal, happy atmosphere, Peter? It's gone. It's dead. It's buried. There would be tension… and… pain… an abundance of pain. You took my father away from me. How can we ever be as we were before?
We can't be, and we won't be. I don't want to be. I don't even know who you are anymore, Peter. You've kept me in the dark for so long now, Pete, for so long, and when you finally let me out of the dark, I realize that you, that my best friend, is the one person who hurt me worse than anyone else ever could. You shoved a knife in my back, Peter, and I've yet to be able to pull it out.
Come to think of it, you never did tell me, or explain to me, your reason for hurting me. We were friends, or so I thought, best friends even, and you hurt me. Betrayed me. And you don't care.
By the time that this letter reaches you, by the time that your eyes are reading over the very words that I am writing now, I will be just as the friendship that you and I once shared: gone, dead and buried.
I guess Spider-Man can't save everyone after all, eh, Pete?
Harry Osborn
June 25 11:12 P.M.