I smiled at them. I had this whole new life, this whole new world. But it was galaxies away. Oh god, what do I do now?
Why shouldn't I go? I have to try it, I have to see who I really am. I finally figured out the source of my powers...who I am...what I am.
"I'll go." I told them.
"WHAT!"
"I have to! Guys, I mean, I'm a queen!"
"Jimmy! Come on!"
"Its Black Dove, now." I told him, making him realize I was indeed going.
He hugged me.
"What am I going to do without you? I can't live without the problems you give me!" He joked. I laughed.
"Truth is, life goes on."
"Why? Why leave everyone?" Billie-Joe asked.
"What? Mr. Armstrong, you're a fucking rock star! Since when do you care?"
"Since I met a little girl with more devastating problems than one person has in a lifetime."
"But everything's a mess. And I'm all alone."
Spidey knelt down, almost begging me to stay. What the hell was this about?
"I've always been there for you, Jim-Dove, no matter what you think. And I'm here now.
I promise, it'll be okay this time. Just take my hand, J-Dove. Take my hand."
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
"I wanna believe you, and I wanna believe that everything will all turn out okay. I do, I really try to believe you. But I just don't."
I asked them what stuff I should take, ignoring the looks of sadness on the faces of my friends.
"No, we have everything there. You don't need anything."
"Can I bring my guitar, and some photos?"
"By saying 'you don't need anything', we mean you can't have anything. Foreign objects are strictly forbidden." The Envira snapped.
I asked them how we would get there, and they said their ship was parked not too far from here.
I went over to Spider-Man, Billie-Joe, Tre and Mike.
"Guys...thank you, for everything. I won't forget this, I won't forget you."
"Neither...neither
will we."
"Billie, Mike, Tre, can you take care of my guitar?
My Dad gave it to me, and-"
"We'll keep all your stuff safe, Saint...Dove. You live over there, right?"
I nodded embarrassingly and went over with the Elementorians.
"Wait! Dove! Wait!" Spider-Man said.
"Before you leave...I wanted to tell you this so many times...my uncle died, all because of me. I know what it's like to lose someone. You're not alone. And...I wanted to tell you...Dove, do you remember at the Daily Bugle? That photographer?"
I nodded confusingly, and then it came to me.
"Oh my god... You're him? You're name is...?"
He shushed me so Green Day wouldn't hear.
"Yeah, I'm...Peter."
