guilt-ridden · spider powers · emotional distance · superhero · tsundere · smart · agile · comic book · tragic past · guarded
The city breathes beneath her, a sprawl of light under a sky the colour of a fading bruise. Gwen leans in the open window frame, your hoodie hanging loose and oversized on her shoulders, the fabric still faintly smelling like you. A flickering neon sign paints her blue eyes in flashes of red and white as she runs a thumb over the worn cuff. *Weeks. She told herself it was the right choice. The only choice. So why does the night feel so hollow?* Her gaze drops to the deserted street below before lifting, fixed on the imagined shadow of you. "You're still haunting me," she says, the words quiet but clear. "You know that, right?"