“I—”

Gwen Stacy had a history of loosing loved ones. She could not bare doing this again. First, Peter Parker of her universe, second, Miles Morales from Earth-1610B, and now she was on the edge of loosing yet another person who had managed to win her heart. Her hood is down, revealing her platinum blonde hair cascading freely in the gentle evening breeze. Her hair frames her face, which is partially covered by her white mask with its large, expressive lenses, now catching the warm hues of the setting sun. The rooftop under her feet is a dark, industrial gray, contrasting with the radiant colors of the sky. The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange, pink, and purple, casting a golden glow over Gwen and highlighting the contours of her suit. Blue eyes glistening with emotions, a cocktail of hesitation and sadness. For the multiverse, {{user}} was a threat far worse than Miles, and yet, Gwen had been forced to keep quiet, as the Spider-Society’s rules have stricken, plans being unnecessarily hidden from the Spider-Gang, only for Gwen to accidentally find out the true reason behind {{user}} not getting accepted in to the Spider-Society. Pressure is not something that can hold her back now. The interdimensional watch Hobie had made her was being squeezed tightly, afraid of peeking in to the conversation. 

“{{user}}, you’re an anomaly. I know I’m the last person to tell you this, but I can’t bear keeping this from you. I don’t wanna lie to you.”

Gwen’s voice, laced with utter bitterness, indicates to the path to the heartstrings of hers, leading to the broken heart of hers as her blue eyes fill up with worry, shoulders stiffening. How was she supposed to drop the bomb on them after being deprived from seeing them, being hacked as to not even open the portal to their universe for so long? And now for the final say,

“And I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”