Blurb: She falls hard for someone who will never feel the same.

Warnings: This imagine is sad. I am just prewarning you that this is an imagine that will not end happily. I mean no hate towards the Liz Allen character nor the actress, but for the sake of this short story, I may have made her SEEM like a bad person but in no way is that my personal opinion.

P.S. Let me know if you want a Part 2.

She sits in her room.  A drafting light is the only light on, it illuminates her face as the rays bounce off the blank canvas in front of her.  Each curvature of her face is accentuated by the shadows as she sits in the dark.

  Her eyes drift to her window, looking across the distance of buildings into her neighbour's room.  Peter Parker sits at his desk madly scribbling down the answers to his English homework.  Peter's head snaps back in annoyance.  He pinches his nose between his fingers and lets out a heavy sigh.

  Peter's eyes gradually drift around his room and with each passing second they get closer to looking at her.  She brought herself back into reality, breaking her eye contact with Peter and focusing on the canvas in front of her.  She feels Peter's stare burning into the side of her head but she refused to give herself the pleasure of looking at him.

  The girl sits in silence pretending to work when her phone buzzes beside her.  She glances at the contact and immediately spins to see a Peter Parker waving at her.  She answers the phone call and returns his wave. 

  "Hi." Peter says when she picks up.

  "Hey man, what's up?" She replies, trying to remain casual.

  "I have something to tell you, meet me on the roof in 10." Peter points to the roof above her.

  "Ok." She swiftly agrees before turning around and busying herself with trying to look presentable.

  She closes her blinds and swiftly rushes to her vanity.  The young woman staring back at her seems to mock her.  Her eyes are dark, the circles show the many sleepless nights she goes through.  Her hair is unruly and still wet from her most recent shower.

  She attempts to tame her locks in a furious fail and chucks on a hoodie before proceeding to climp up to the roof of her building. 

  Peter and her always did this thing when they were younger.  They would always find the tallest thing to climb and attempt to climb all the way to the top.  Ever since they were children, the two would never leave the other's side.  The two were bestest of friends.  The were inseparable.

  She always thought they were mutual, the feelings that she clearly felt for him. She would feel his eyes on her when she was intensely studying.  She would take each of his random texts as a sign to talk more.  He would always compliment her. 

  Tonight.  She thought.  I'll tell him tonight.

  The young women spotted Peter already perched on the edge of the building, one knee under his chin and the other leg swinging over the edge.

  "How the hell did you get here that fast?" She asks, pointing from his building to hers.

  "I....Ran?" Peter stutters, clearly trying to cameo his true answer with the false one.

  "Hmm, ok, that sounds fake but ok." She shrugs and shoves her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.

  She cautiously walks over to where he sits and sits beside him. She shoots him a smile before looking over the view in front of them.  The city lays out in front of them, streetlights spread out like a thousand fireflies.

  "Audrey, you've been my closest friend since I can remember, I can trust you with anything, and I mean anything, and for that I can only be eternally grateful I have you in my life." Peter begins, his breathing eratic and his voice low.

  "Please do!  I won't complain." Audrey flicks her hair in a teasing manner causing Peter to chuckle lightly.

  "You've always been there and I will be in your debt always for the times you have come through when no one else has." Peter continues, he voice raises with each passing second.

  Audrey's heart flutters with each word from his mouth, every compliment making her body fill with a rush of euphoria.

  "And I value your opinion over everyone else's, you know that."

  "And I yours," Audrey shuffles closer to Peter, engrossed in every word.

  "I have something to tell you, and I want your honest opinion."  Peter says.

  "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening." Audrey urges him to continue. 

  Peter takes a deep breath before continuing.

  "I want to ask Liz Allen out to Homecoming." He breathes out in a rush, his words loud and clearly uneasy.

  The wind is knocked out of Audrey's lungs.  Her stomach drops and her face falls.  She blinks away her shocked expression and shakes her head, trying her best to process what he is saying.

  "What?" Audrey asks, her voice raspy and choked.

   "Drey, I'm telling you, she's everything I've ever wanted," Peter exclaims, running a hand through his unruly curls.  "Ugh, she is just so...beautiful, you know?  Her beautiful dark skin and her perfect curls and how she talks and walks and how she's just so...ugh!  She just makes me feel so...alive...you know?"

  Tears cloud Audrey's view, the city lights blur into one large messed up image. A lump builds in her thoat.  Her whole body is trembling, the cold seeming to seep through her hoodie and biting her skin.

  "Audrey? Are you ok?" Peter inquires, waving a hand in front of her face in an attempt to break her despondent expression.

  "I'm-" Audrey's voice cracks, the emotion taking ahold of her every word.  She pauses to clear her throat, her mind processing an answer. "I'm so happy for you, Pete.  Go for it.  Any girl at that school would be lucky to have a guy like you hanging from her arm."

  A smile breaks out on Peter's face and he engulfs Audrey in a hug.  Her eyes close unconsciously, taking in his scent and savouring the feeling of his warm embrace.

  "Thank you, Drey, I'm so lucky I have you." Peter grins wildly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

  Audrey fights back tears and shoots him the best smile she could muster up.  She continues to stare out at the city as Peter talks about Liz.  He gushes on and on about her and with each confession of love, he seems to stab another knife into Audrey's chest.

  "I'm sorry, Pete, but I have to finish studying for the English test tomorrow, but I'll see you in the morning, okay?" Audrey farewells before running as fast as she possibly could back into her empty apartment.

  She slams the door behind her and slowly slides down the frame.  Her hand covers her mouth and muffles her sobs.  She clutches onto herself as the tears flow down her cheeks, her body rocking with each jagged breath.

  She stands to her feet and returns to her vanity and stares at the reflection of a girl staring back at her.  There was so much more to see now.  Each feature was now a flaw, every detail of her body is compared to those of another girl.  Liz Allen.  The very definition of perfect has caught Peter's eye. 

  Audrey scoffs at herself.  "I'm so stupid."  She whispers, looking into the eyes of her flawed reflection.  "Why would anyone love a girl like this?"

  Audrey paces her room, muttering insults at her reflection under her breath.  "Stupid," she whispers.  "Stupid, Stupid STUPID!"

  And with that, all her walls collapsed.  She drew back her fist and slammed it into her wall.  The white wall now had a crevice in it, the small drops of blood seeping from her now cut knuckles stain the carpet beneath her.  But she doesn't care.  Because the only person she ever loved, doesn't feel the same.  And that cuts deeper than anything she's ever felt before in her life.

  She cradles her hand and walks over to her untouched canvas.  She sits down and reaches for a piece of charcoal, and she draws.  She draws with every ounce of courage she has in her.  Her tears smudge the charcoal and her damaged hand smear small blood drops over each line. 

  Once completed she stands.  She looks one last time at Peter's window.  And she lies down.   Her eyes don't close.  She stares up at her ceiling, numb and unaware.  The sketch lay under her lamp, raw and exposed.  And with the thought of the drawing in mind she drifts into a state of sleep. The image of the shattered human picking up the pieces to a glass heart vividly imprinted on her eyes as she fades into oblivion.