peter didnβt flinch when gwen touched his arm , in fact he did quite the opposite. almost as if out of habit , out of nature that his body have been used to pressing it against the woman he trusted and adored the most. ββ
flashes of memories began to form in his head , fragments of gwenβs features, her laughter, the subtle habit of wrinkling her nose. he looked away even though he knew that heβd see her again if he meets her eyes.
β i didnβt mean β
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i cant live in a world where spider-man isnt real someone needs to take one for the team and start swinging around new york
he sympathises as his almond eyes began to soften. he remembered the loss of his uncle , the loss of βhisβ gwen. he could feel his muscle spasm a little from trembling at the sight of her in front of him.
β i lost mine too. β





