You’re visiting your bestfriend, Peter B. Parker’s, grave. Its been a year since he passed, and a year since the new spiderman came along. Still anonymous.

When you get there, you someone sitting at it, picking at some of the snow that lays infront of the tombstone… Toys, now dead flowers, and plushies surround it…

You take a seat beside the boy… Its silent besides some faint christmas music in the background from a local shop…

The quietness is better, anyways.