Lonely "letter"
2025/09/26
There are many things I hate, like closed places with many people (especially the ones I don't know), or the texture of strawberry, or even the geography teacher, but among these and many other things I hate this I HATE. That if I had to choose one thing to hate for the rest of my life it would be it. A feeling.
Feel alone.
But I'm not talking about being alone, because these two things have a big difference.
Alone
adjective
1.Inte only, isolated, without any company.
This is what appears when searching in Google for alone.
And that is the best sensation. To be alone. Have the freedom to do whatever you want without feeling judged or the peace you have when you are alone in the room reading a book.
But along with this wonderful feeling there is also "feeling alone" and that is the worst sensation.
Feeling alone is as if you have a void that often not even with a company it improves. You are in a full room and feel empty or be in an empty room and feel uncomfortable that it is empty, without that good feeling that is being alone.
But the best words for these sensations are "Alone" and "Lonely".
Alone means being alone.
Lonely means feeling alone.
And I always hated the word Lonely.
As much as I hate how i have been feeling lately. I hate to be so longing for everyone and not even being able to see them, I miss so much to look at random movies or romantic comedies with May or go to Ned's house to set up Legos and watch Star Wars, or looking at MJ reading a book Whatever I never understood, I miss even Mr. Stark and how we often were locked inside the laboratory for hours while we worked in any project. I hate to feel alone in this apartment falling apart because it's the only thing I can afford with that tiny salary or the mediocre life I take and all because I was feeling alone. All because I thought he would no longer make me feel alone, that he was going to make that feeling pass.
And I hate how this will be the last letter I write.
Underoos.
Tony finished reading the bloodstained letter he had in his hand, the boy died.
Stark remembered, yes, he remembered everything, he had come back in time for him, but now the boy was dead.
Suicide.
And the cause of death was excessive blood loss and overdose. He was shaking only to think of how much Peter suffered until he reached the death that is apparently desired. And that just made him cry more. For gods sake not even Morgan met him. And now he had left without his boy forever.