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I am heading to see my mother's grave.

She was in an accident a couple days back and dies due to a severe wound.

I walk through the snow, my footprints leaving a trail behind me.

I clutch the flowers in my hands, that I am going to place on her gravestone.

I stop as I reach it and wipe a tear I  feel fall.

"Hi mom. I made it. I got into MIT. I know you're mad. I just... I.  needed to tell you... well I  hate journalism, i never wanted to go to oxford,  and I want to do filming. I am doing filming. Don't be too mad. I'll make a job out of it. I promise. Maybe be a director. Do documentaries, movies,  who knows? I just hope you're looking down and am proud.of me. I just want you to be proud. This is the smartest, probably stupidest one too ut you know what i need to live my life, my way.   I am sorry I'm going against you, even beyond the grave (light chuckle) I miss you. Dad misses you. We miss you."

I lean down as I  place the flowers on the grave.

The sound of  someone walking in the snow distracts me.

 I turn to see someone.

I squint my eyes to make him out, I think it is the boy I met yesterday.

In the cafe.

 What was his name?

Tom?

Andrew?

Tobey?

Oh yeah, Peter

I just watch him until  he places a white rose on a gravestone.

I scrunch my eyebrows as I try to think who's grave it is.

I then notice a  a middle aged man in a dark suit.

He is approaching the grave.

I wrap my coat tighter, as I raise to my feet, making my way over to them.

The middle aged man on one side, me on the other.

Peter side eyes both of us, clearly not expecting us to be here.

You and me both kid, you and me both.

The middle-aged man in the suit is quick to break the silence that embarks between us.

"How'd you guys  know her?"

He looks at Peter then glances at me.

I glance at the grave see the name "May Parker",  the name looks familiar but I don't know how?

I then feel a tear escaping an eye.

How am I  crying over this name?

Who is she to me?

I don't know her?

We never spoke?

Did we?

"Through Spider-man"

I look at Peter  confused.

He knows Spider-man?

I knew he  did!

The note.

I still want to know who that was for?

That explains that creepy letter, that I saw him with yesterday.

Still need to know who that was for?

Spider-man himself?

"You guys?"

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