Act 2
Miles is getting home from another night with Gwen...the Gwen of his world... Tonight could've been much worse. He knows this, but he also can't stop thinking how it could've been better. How its all a loop happening over and over. They're happy until he says something wrong. Something that hurts her feelings. Something that makes her need help that she refuses to get. We're better off without her. A voice in his head shouted, scratching at his head for the whole time. The voice didn't seem new. It felt like it had been there for a long time and it was always slowly getting louder, burning away at his sanity, his free will. He loved Gwen. More than anything. But for some reason he felt...withdrawn...like there wasn't a point anymore...like he had nothing left to live for.
Every time he met a Gwen Stacy they would fall in love. They would have different levels of fun but fun nonetheless. But that fun was always temporary, and never good enough for any of them to stay around. Never good enough to stop them from leaving him. No matter how many "backups" he had in case the ones he loved most left he always found himself alone, Depending on Gwen Stacy to make him feel good and now more than ever. He hated that feeling. Then as the thought had a moment to sink in. His suit had changed. The vibrant red had faded away and was replaced by a pale, lifeless, shade of white. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed. Miles didn't know when the change happened but he felt like it was always going to happen. Like it was a long time coming.