citysaviour.

_{he  barely  listens,   words  strained  as  he  instead  watches  rough  digits   fidgeting  together,   mindlessly  nodding  along.   he  almost  sighs,   frustration  clear  as  brows  knit  together,   it’s  typical  &  routine,  so  very  mary  jane.   he  doesn’t  even  know  WHY  he  wants  to  keep  talking  about  it,  knee  bouncing  continuously   ;    nervously.     if  he  really  thinks  about  it  he  can’t  blame  her  for  changing  the  topic   –   but  maybe  it’s  the  fact  that  it’s  her,   frustrating  as  ever,   with  her  habit  of  running  away  when  anything  gets  even  slightly  troublesome,  why  he  opens  his  mouth  to  speak  again,  abrupt  &  unsteady.}  

_{❛       he  hasn’t  contacted  you  in  months,    mary  jane.     ❜         his  coffee  is  long  forgotten  about,   hues  finally  focusing  on  hers,   wide  &  tired.     toe  of  worn  out  sneaker  persists  against  tile,   as  balled  up  fist  tap  lightly  onto  table.        ❛       isn’t  that  enough     —    for  you  to  …  STOP  worrying  about  him   ?    stop  …   stop   caring    —   ?     ❜}

_{a   huff,   he  leans  back  against  chair,   head  momentarily  tilting  up  toward  ceiling   —   only  to  shake,  shoulders  rolling.    he   HATES   that  harry  has   this   effect  on  him,   that  he  can  make  him  feel  any  type  of  way,   that  he  can  make  him  snap   ;   cold  &  malicious  &  everything  HE’S  NOT.    his  voice  is  much  softer  this  time,   tone  almost  apologetic   &   eyes  on  the  ground.        ❛       why  ask   about  him  ?     ❜}

 _{❛    i  just  —–   ❜   she  thinks  she  knows  peter,  until  he  surprises  her.  reminds  her  that  all  that  holds  their  thinly-veiled  excuse  for  a  friendship  together  is  an  unspeakable  loss. ❛    i’d  just  thought  maybe  you’d   heard  from  him,  is  all,  ❜  she  mumbles  into  her  coffee,  green  eyes  flickering  across  his  visage  from  behind  long  lashes,  brow  furrowed  as  she  can  only  guess  where  this  ANIMOSITY  is  coming  from.}  

 _{she  wishes  it  were  as  easy  as  he  made  it  sound.  that  she  could  let  go  of  people  as  soon  as  they  walked  out  of  her  life  —-  god  knew  she  tried,  and  god  knew  she  pretended  that  it  worked.  she  wished  she  were  actually  as  SHALLOW  and  careless  as  everyone  thought.  instead  she  was  small  and  sensitive,  weak  and  flighty.    ❛    it  just  seems  so  stupid  how  we  left  things.  after  everything,  ❜  she  admits,  gaze  averting.  everything  was  only  one  thing,  but  the  WEIGHT  of  the  night  gwen  stacy  died  rested  heavily  on  all  their  shoulders.  no  harry,  no  gwen,  no  peter  —-  she  had  no  one  to  turn  too,  forced  to  pull  herself  together.  (  if  she  let  herself  cry,  she  wasn’t  sure  she’d  ever  be  able  to  stop.  )}

_{❛    i’m  sorry  for  bringing  it  up,   ❜   rouge  lips  purse  into  a  fine  line,  expression  pained  for  a  moment  as  she  recalls  not  too  long  ago  when  everything  was  still  perfect.  she  seems  to  be  doing  nothing  but  APOLOGIZING  these  days  –  for  whatever  she  did  or  didn’t  do.  gwen  never  had  to  apologize  for  anything.}