I have so many feelings for these two after TASM2.

If anything is incorrect, I apologize, this if my first time ever writing these two. :) Hope I did an okay job.

He sees her the most clearly when he falls asleep.

Every night it's the same, it never changes. It never gives in, letting him get a restful night. Aunt May doesn't know that he stays up until the early hours of the morning every night, thumbing away at his phone, at all the pictures of him and Gwen. Finally, when he gives in, as he does every night, letting the heaviness in his eyelids wash over him, he sees her.

She's always slightly out of reach. She's in the same dress she was in the day she died, the dark navy button up with the blue coat, and her curls are loose and free, shining like faint gold upon her shoulders. She stands, with her hands at her side, her fingers curled into her palms.

Her green eyes regard him calmly, her soft pink lips puckering up in a slight smile. He always feels his lips stretch into a true smile, a smile he hasn't had since her death.

"Peter." She always says, her lips forming his name. It's the only time he can truly recall her voice, is in dreams. He steps forward, and she takes a step back, the light from her face hardening into something sterner, something darker.

"Gwen?" he asks, his voice lifting up slightly at the end in a question, one of his hands stretched out to take her own.

"You didn't save me." She says in a hollow voice, and it's cold. Colder than Gwen's ever spoken to him. "You let me fall. Do you know how much that hurt? If you hadn't decided to come with me to England, I would still be alive." She spits the words out, and he begins to cry, big fat tears trailing down his face. Because he knows what happens next, and it's the worse part.

She cries out, the floor beneath her giving away. He sprints forward, trying to catch her, but it's to late again. She's suspended, just beyond his reach, her blonde hair floating around her head. Her mouth slightly open in a expression of betrayal, tears leaking out of her eyes. Why didn't you save me? She seems to demand.

Time moves faster, and she falls with it, hitting the floor with a crack that never quite leaves his head.

He wakes up in a cold sweat, quickly pulling on his hoodie and departing his home, not even leaving a note for Aunt May. She'll know where he is.

He knows the route to the graveyard by heart, and he's hardly paying attention as he walks, letting cars stop for him if they want to, honking their angry horns his way.

He stops in front of her grave, and sits. He only sits when it's late at night when he's alone, he doesn't want to go to therapy or some other shit.

"Hey." He says weakly, "It's me." She doesn't respond, she never does. "Been missing you even more lately." His voice breaks off with a choke, "Why'd you leave Gwen?" he asks, even though he knows it wasn't her fault. "I was going to follow you anywhere. Why did you go somewhere I couldn't follow you?" he rests his head on her gravestone and doesn't cry. He's out of tears.

You're my path.