(PARIS'S POV)

I have one of the biggest headaches right now. The last thing I remember is a big blast and then darkness. When I finally opened my eyes I wanted to scream. I was in a clock tower and I don't know what was going on. I then spotted my brother. "Harry." I managed to crawl over to him. He looked horrible. I started to cry.

I then remembered what had happened. I couldn't believe Harry would do this. Why did he decide to let his demons take over. I couldn't hold my tears back I was so upset. I was looking at him when he suddenly began to open his eyes very slowly. "Paris."

(HARRY'S POV)

Why did I do this. I hurt so many people including the one person I vowed never to hurt. I heard my sister's voice. She was crying. I hated it when she cried. I began to open my eyes slowly. When I finally looked at her she was distraught. She had a tear stained face and blood red eye's. "Paris." My voice was scratchy. "Oh Harry why did you do this." I couldn't give her an answer. And that hurt me. "I don't know Paris. I really don't know." She looked at me with a face of fear and disbelief. I wanted to say something else but darkness took over me once again. The last thing I heard was Paris screaming my name.

(PARIS'S POV)

Harry passed out once again."HARRY!" I couldn't believe this. I then heard crying. I looked where the crying was coming from and saw Peter holding Gwen. I managed to to climb down to where Peter was. I crawled over to him. "Peter." He then turned to look at me. "Paris you're alright." When I finally reached him I saw Gwen and she wasn't moving. "Gwen are you alright?" Peter looked at me. "Paris she's dead." I was stunned at those words. "No she's not. Please, please tell me she's not dead Peter. Please." Peter burst into tears. And all we could do was cry.

It has been a few weeks since Gwen died. We were now at her funeral. I was wearing my black dress with the shoes that came with it.

The funeral was painful and slow. Gwen's mom and brothers were devastated at the loss of their precious Gwen. After the funeral was over Peter took me back to his apartment. I agreed to stay and live with Peter and his aunt. Peter became protective of me considering the amount of people that wanted to talk to me. They wanted answers. Answers that I couldn't give them. I was in the living room when Peter walked in. "Peter." He sat down beside me. He hugged me. "Paris I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "I'm sorry for not being able to save Gwen. I'm sorry that Harry turned evil. And I am sorry that the world isn't giving you a break to heal from all of this." I placed my hand on his face. I began to wipe his tears away. "Peter none of that is your fault. You did your best and that is all you can do. Being a hero isn't about saving every life you see. Being a hero means trying your best when life throws bad situations at you. You did your best and that is all I can ask you to do." He hugged me tightly. "Thank you Paris. Thank you I needed to hear those words. And you worded that perfectly." I hugged him back. "It's going to be okay. Sometimes all we need is time to recover. I love you like a brother Peter." "And I love you like a sister Paris." He hugged me one more time before leaving to go to his room. I walked to the window and stared out of it.

Life isn't easy for everyone. Some people get it easy and some don't. All we really can do in life is try our best to make it to the next day.