Knocking on the door. I couldn't move, go get it. The news played in front of me. "Just months after the tragic death of Captain George Stacy, another passing has occurred. This time it was Stacy's daughter, Gwendolyn 'Gwen' Stacy." Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. The news woman continued. "Though nothing has been confirmed we believe Miss Stacy was apprehended by the Green Goblin last night and brought to the Brooklyn Bridge. However, traffic cams at the bridge showed Miss Stacy being flung off the structure with Spider-man racing to help her. Autopsies have yet to reveal if Miss Stacy was already dead or if the backlash of Spider-man's webbing killed her." With a howl I threw my remote at the static filled screen. The perky newswoman's image flashed then faded to black. I collapsed to the floor, a weak mass. "Gwen." Her name was forever on my lips, always there and present. For a second I could hear her voice. "I love you Peter." I tried in vain to cover my ears. "Go away!" But the voice didn't give up. "Please, don't ever, ever let me go." Was this insanity? Losing the one you love? Suddenly they were all there. Uncle Ben. Captain Stacy. Harry. Gwen. They reached out to me with pale arms. "I'm sorry." I cried with a hoarse voice. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry." I closed my eyes and curled up in a ball trying to ignore the moaning. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." They shook me, rattling me to the bone. "I'm sorry." The shaking stopped. "Why would you be sorry?" A voice finally replied. "You are all dead, dead. The dead can't speak." I felt cool hands on my forehead. "No Peter. Please, don't go away. Not now." That voice, so calm, reassuring. "Just sit up Peter, please." I gasped for air and sat up slowly. Mary Jane embraced me, held me tight. "Peter, she wouldn't want this. She loved you, loved you like nothing else. Be strong." I pulled away. Strong. What was strong? "I can't believe she's gone." I finally said. "Everyone around me is leaving but Gwen?" My voice broke in a way that would put a pubescent teen to shame. "Yes Gwen." Mary Jane said firmly. "The same Gwen who was human. Humans don't live forever Peter." I dropped my head into my hand. "She was young, too young." Mary Jane sighed. "Do you not think I haven't stopped crying since I heard? That the one friend that I actually wanted to be with is…. Ugh Peter. I miss her too. But she wouldn't want her memory like this." Rage boiled inside of me. "You don't know what she would have wanted; you didn't know her like I did!" She gave a cruel laugh. "Just because we weren't make out buddies doesn't mean I didn't know her. I knew she was having doubts, about you and Spider-man." She spat venomously. "Don't make me laugh Mary Jane. You wouldn't be sorry if your own mother died. What do you care about straights like me and Gwen?" Mary Jane reeled back as if I had physically slapped her. "Go on. Get out of here!" I yelled and she jumped to her feet. I lowered my voice. "I know how you hate sickbeds." She started to the door. "And I wouldn't want to ruin your fun." She paused, one arm on the door. She turned around and closed the door, coming over to embrace me once more. "Peter Parker." She whispered. I just let the sobs envelope me. I felt MJ's tears hit my face. "I know Peter, I miss her too. I miss her too."