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chemistacy-blog said: ❛ i'm trying really hard not to get hurt again. ❜

MEME | Accepting!

     The story begins like this.

     They are 17 and in love, but they don’t know it yet. They are late nights
     and transit rides, book readings and movie nights, holy water and fervor.
     They are happy, until the times when they are not. When they are not,
     they are together. Because theirs is a sadness they can’t bare without
     each other. They play hide and seek with ghosts, run tag with their hearts,
     and live without telling a single fib to one another.

     He is the first and last to lie.

     The story ends like this.

      Thin, lanky, long-limbed and graceless from never letting
      anyone in. He is pallid skin and lost time, a face in mourning
      when she says the first quietly heartbreaking thing she has
      told him in almost 7 years.

                  ❝ i’m trying really hard not to get hurt again. ❞

                                 ❝  I — I just thought…I didn’t know… . ❞

    He is searching, hazel eyes investigating any clues she might have
    left. The folded-over hands, the neutral glance, the forever-lasting scar
     he left her with.

     The ring on her finger.

                                              ❝   Sorry.    ❞

     It’s all he can muster, his lungs on the verge of sinking
     to the water with the rest of the vessel.

      She nods a grimace creasing her porcelain face
      He is desperate now, watching the curve of her neck,
      the wisp of her hair, the flicker of her eyelashes,
      anything for him to hold onto.

                        But his gripped slipped a long time ago.

                                ❝    I’ll see you around then.       ❞

     He bundles up his coat, and she says goodbye amicably enough.
     She is the first to walk away from the scene, his heart betraying him
     with each step she took.

       He has peace in the fact she seems happy enough. Calm.
       Serene. At peace with all the games they played.
       Hide and seek with ghosts.
       Tag with their hearts.
       Love.

      Gwen Stacy’s chapter ends here, with her, alive and well.
      But Peter Parker’s is a different story.

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