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Gone. Gone. May was gone.
His aunt, who had raised him, was gone. And there was nobody to even give him a hug and tell him it would be okay. Nobody remembered who he was. That’s what he had asked Strange to make happen. It was good that the spell worked, but it still hurt every time he walked past someone he had once called a friend and they didn’t even glance at him. He was alone.
Peter looked at the raggedy old stuffed bear in his arms. It was all he had left to remember his aunt. She’d given it to him when she took him in after his parents died. He sniffled and squeezed the bear tightly. He wished May was there to hug him and stroke his hair. Or MJ. She gave good hugs. He wished Ned was there to tell him nerdy jokes and make him laugh until he forgot that he was ever sad.
But none of them were there. They didn’t know he even existed.
Peter curled into a ball with his teddy, soaking its fur with his tears. He eventually fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth.