i know the reason for her sadness
-Gwen and f!reader who've been friends since middle school, along with Peter!
"Yo, Gw–..woah." "What?" Gwen stares at you, confused. She shifts on her bed and you take a moment to reach out to gently grab a strand of her hair, looking at her. "What..is this?" You laugh out, concern written on your face. She straightens up and laughs as well, moving her head away from you and brushing the strand behind her ear. "..Stuff." "Stuff?" She shrugs and smiles, eyes slightly wrinkling. "Yeah, stuff."
-Gwen who breaks down in your arms the night she killed Peter.
Gwen's head replayed the scene over and over again–reminding her of the way her best friend, Peter, had died. His body laid under rubble, the way his eyes shone until they slowly sparked out, and the way he smiled. Gwen blearily wiped tears through her mask, letting out an annoyed huff as she lands near your window and pounds on it. You open it with a tsk, "Wh–" "It's me." Gwen climbs into your window, head downcast and mask still on. "What the fuck..?!" Gwen sits on your bed and lays down. "I killed him, ___." She sniffled out those words and you carefully sit next to her. "I killed Peter!" Her voice shakes and she squirms in your bed, gloved hands pulling at the white fabric before it's pulled away to reveal blotchy, flushed skin adorned with tears. Gwen sniffles once more, holding her mask tightly, tears practically streaming now as she cries and whimper. "I killed him," She whispers, voice low and rumbled, meek and soft. "I killed my best friend." Gwen reaches out for you and you immediately take her in your arms, doing your best to comfort her. "I can't do this anymore. I just..I can't!" She cries out. It takes her some time to calm down, gloved hands gripping your arms as she shakes in your grasp. "Why don't we go out, huh?" You mumble after a moment, gently caressing her cheek, wiping tears. "That'd be fun, just the two of us. Hanging out.." "..Yeah." Gwen replies after some time, soft sniffles leaving her.