"The way that you left me, it's alright. It's alright.

If I argue the point, then we yell and we fight.

And I won't be home for the rest of the night.

You might hate my words, but you know that I'm right.

You know that I'm right." 🎶

"I think you'll notice when things become different.

The good vibes in our lives won't feel so consistent.

And less becomes more cause the weight is too heavy.

I swim in the water that's breaking your levee." 🎶

THWIP!

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"I'm going. When I come back, I want you to pack your things- I. I don't want to see you again. Forget me, forget Spider-Man," he began.

Shit. Great. Now he was crying. Sniffling.

"Forget May," he shuddered, the name of their unborn daughter dry upon his lips.

"I've got a job to do."

THWIP!

"What do you want me to say? What the hell am I supposed to do?"

A fist clenched. So tightly, his hands began to bleed. Don't. Don't you dare.

"I thought... I thought I knew you, MJ. I... I guess I should've known better."

Pete opened the window.

Since when did she feel these things? Was it always there? Quietly lurking beneath the surface?

"So... So that's what this is about? The baby?" he uttered, scoffing. Don't cry, Parker. You're Spider-Man.

You're goddamned Spider-Man.

"Why are you doing this to me, MJ?" he pleaded.

// bro said. FUCK OFF

// 🤷

"If that's how you feel, then why don't you just leave?" he voiced, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Get the hell out of here."

He threw his arm to the side-

CRASH!

A lamp thrown to the wayside, shattering upon the wall. Just like her dad. God. Was that who he was now?

"GET OUT!"

Emptiness?

Another layer. Deeper. Hidden behind that quipping exterior, that sad, lonely boy that cursed the world the day his parents died, one more time with his Uncle, and a third time with Gwen Stacy.

Curse the world.

Curse her.