(and here goes a pang of guilt. he knows, logically, he knows she's right. if he could go back in time, realizing what he does now, he would. mistakes never leave him, they become deeply engraved in his mind, and certainly, it won't repeat itself.
because she's right. there's no yapping, no defense, other than the most sincere voice that escapes his lips.)
... I know. I'm sorry.
(what else there is to say? their one issue is how there are projections that surround them. the shadow of her peter parker will never leave them, he knows this, and to peter, she is a breath of a life he might not ever have again. a hand that holds his, in the strangeness that is being spider-man.
this time, he was the one who projected the deceased.)
no subject
because she's right. there's no yapping, no defense, other than the most sincere voice that escapes his lips.)
... I know. I'm sorry.
(what else there is to say? their one issue is how there are projections that surround them. the shadow of her peter parker will never leave them, he knows this, and to peter, she is a breath of a life he might not ever have again. a hand that holds his, in the strangeness that is being spider-man.
this time, he was the one who projected the deceased.)