Thread:Sythirius/@comment-184.0.214.53-20140521065921

“No, don’t leave me. I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, I promise. Just don’t leave.”

In the space of a single harsh breath, Gwen felt every bit of her strength crumble to dust. The gnawing anxiety of uncertainty, of knowing something was wrong but being unable to put her finger on it, was replaced by understanding. It soaked like ice water through the cracks in her mind until she was swimming in it, hardly able to stand under the weight of what she’d done.

She started to cry and couldn’t stop, until her head throbbed and her chest hurt and the entire room was a dizzy blur. She took a shaky step and collapsed onto the bed, burying her sobs in her sleeve.

How had she not seen it? Gwen Stacy, who saw everything and noticed everything and recognized every pattern put in front of her, had missed the fact that  Peter’s parents abandoned him,  that he must have been so small and scared and confused that he felt like it was his fault. Like if he’d been good enough, quiet enough, obedient enough, they wouldn’t have left him.

And Gwen had denied him touch for the better part of two hours, telling him the whole time that he wasn’t being a good boy." WOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW.  