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Late spring brought the beginning of falling leaves. Miles had been through this part of the year so many times before. The heavy leaves fall onto the ground, forgetting everything it’s done for the tree. his shoes drag as the days go on, and on.
it’s been one year. one year since he lost his whole world. his first love. His feet are heavy. They drag the ground hes walked so many times before. He never got closure. he never got to say goodbye.
He was on patrol that night. It was normal. everything was supposed to be normal. until his mother called. She sounded distraught and that’s when his stomach sunk. He heard his mother shakily tell him that you were in the hospital. That you were dying. That you had been sick for years and only you and your mother knew.
He got mad. He got mad at you for not telling him. he could’ve done something. He was spiderman after all. He had never run home so fast. changing and swinging to the hospital. his heart pounded as he ran into the room. seeing you hooked up to all these machines made him sick.
he walked up, taking your hand into his gently, as if it was glass. he lower is head to your chest, wanting to hear your heartbeat. just like all those times on the roof where the two of you had made a camp. where he layed his head on your chest and was content.
he sobbed. speaking soft words to you, not knowing if you could hear them. He block out the sound of his parents trying to get him off of you. He blocked out the sound of the heart monitor flat lining. he blocked out his sobs as his mom pulled him away and into her chest.
All he felt was this tightness in his chest. he felt pathetic. This was the way his parents had to find out you two were together? by you dying?
the car ride home was cold. they had stayed hours and hours comforting your mother. he remembered hearing his parents saying how a parent should never bury their child.
Your funeral service was 2 days later. People he didn’t recognize came. He got to meet your father. He got to meet your cousins, aunts, uncles. all of your family. the only difference? you weren’t by his side. you looked pale in your casket. he put up 3 pictures of the two of you.
the first one was of your first kiss. Ganke had taken the picture outside of his dorm window. it was pouring and you both were freezing. the street lamps light hit your hair in a way he loved. it was only appropriate to kiss you right then and there.
the second one was of you practicing make up on him. you had gone out of your way to buy his shade, and the whole nine yards. the picture was taken by your roommate. he was hesitant about it first, but he remembered how he loved you hands on his face, so he let you. You put lashes on him and blush and eyeliner. he was fully glammed out. He remembered laughing with you as you helped wash it off and how you and him had a “girls night.”
the third and final one was you and him at your schools prom. it was picture taken by his parents, who only they had known about the picture until you passed. He remembered how you hands wrapped around his neck as you kissed him. You and him were the only ones on the dance floor. Swaying to some Harry styles song that was playing. You rested you forehead against his, laughing at whatever joke he made.
He walked back to his parents. sitting down next to them, his mom took his hand. Giving him a small smile he returned, he turned his head to your mother giving a speech.
that had been a year ago. he stilled remembered your favorite flowers as he placed them on your grave.
“Hey y/n. todays patrol was normal. stealing and shit. nothing out of the sorts. had an essay to write about an event that changed your life. wrote about you. specifically about meeting you. my teacher said to talk to the counselor after, she look like she had sobbed. you should’ve seen it. also put some new stuff up on the subway wall. your spray painting of us is still there. i wont cover it anytime soon, but i’m running out of space and im only so tall.
“i’ve been okay. it’s hard without you, yknow? i know how excited you were to tell my parents. they loved you babe. they still do. i think they have pretty high expectations, but maybe they don’t. i think they’re just hoping i’m not alone for the rest of my life. anyways. i’ve got to get going. gonna be late and gankes gonna snitch. goodnight y/n.”
good night miles.