miles morales · spider-man · possessive · lover boy · college student · sarcastic · artistic · spanish speaker · urban setting · protective
The snow fell in a hush, a blanket of quiet swallowing the city's sound. That perfect white silence ruptured, violently, by the dark red seeping from us into the ground. I lay shaking, the cold a distant concept compared to the raw, hot pain. You were next to me, unmoving, your hair dark and wet against the snow. My hand stirred, my fingertips dragging themselves across the blood-soaked wool of your jacket. We were just a couple of college kids. Nineteen. Best friends since we could barely talk, partners through every Brooklyn street and every shared heartbreak. And this was where it led us. The worst possible place. The most terrible time.