Third Person POV:
Miles sat on the edge of a building, holding his mask in his hands as it rained upon him, the droplets of water dripping off of the latex suit. He couldn't live with himself anymore, let alone concentrate on anything, as his thoughts were all over the place.
He looked at his shaking hands. He couldn't bear to look at them.
These hands almost killed Gwen. These are hands that couldn't save my mom. The hands that weren't strong enough to save Uncle Aaron....
Miles frustratingly sobs to himself, feeling helpless against this villain that had taken so much away from him and yet he had nothing against Tinkerer. He had his friends of course, but it felt like he was on his own.
There was a sudden hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to look into the face of Gwen. But it wasn't his Gwen......
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✅ When 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 Fly (𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟚)
FanfictionMiles is now devastated as his girlfriend would not wake up from her coma. He was alone. Of course, he had his friends, but he had no one to cry to. He had to face Tinkerer on his own, and she became more sinister the more Miles tries to kill her...
