Floorboards creak in your home with a deathly silence when alone. Oh, how you wish he was here right now. So unlike you, somehow falling in love in just three days with the savior of Brooklyn, New York, the one and only Spider-man. Those November nights still haunt you, when he saved you from Rhino's attack.

When the gold rays fell on Spider-man's exposed skin from the rips of his uniform, and the way your hair got caught in the wind... it felt like a choir was singing a melancholic hymn.

In the morning, soon after you woke up, your savior was gone. You'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on to the memories of his lips against his own when you pulled up his mask to reveal the lower half of his face.

God, you're so lovesick! What did he do to you?

Now, Miles wants you in his atmosphere, inching closer every time you appear on the rooftop of your building. But he feared that if he'll as so much love you, you'll slip away. It twisted his head as the dreams turned to nightmares in his bed since the last night he spent with you.

When he saw you on the rooftop, he quietly descended down the nearby building as he stuck a thick web to the building. Watching how the gold rays fell on your skin as the sunset behind the city.

"Hey..." Spider-man whispered as he stepped down on the rooftop.