HEY THERE, THALIA!

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.

"𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉"

CHAPTER TWO

-FROM HER, FROM HIM-

NICKNAMES: LIA, THALS, LOONEY TOONS

" What made the rainbow- the sun or the rain? "

[ seventeen days after the move • 2 years, 6 months, 18 days till death ]

'DEAREST PETER PARKER,

FUCK YOU.'

Thalia kept her pen down and scribbled what she wrote before ripping out another page from her grey notebook to write the same words again. She was angry- angrier than she had ever been and she wasn't sure if anyone would understand. She wasn't sure if she understood herself.

Moving to California was supposed to be a good thing- she was supposed to get a new start from her hectic life back in Queens. It was supposed to be her chance to move on. It wasn't going very much to plan.

The first day at her new school had sucked- she was a smart girl (after all, she had been going to Midtown High on a full scholarship) but apparently in public school, if you are not like the others- i.e., totally lame- then you sucked. Thalia had stuck out like a sore thumb, yearning for the feeling of comfort she used to get in knowing that Peter and Ned were going to be at her locker, waiting for her.

No one waited for her in California.

It was hell.

Then there was the matter of her parents.

They thought that she was acting out 'because she was a teenager' and was 'in need for some professional help' to help her cope with 'the idea of heartbreak that she had created in her head.'

Bullshit.

Damn her for having such good parents that cared. If they were like the other half of the majority of parents in 21st century America, then Thalia wouldn't be forced to be sitting in her bedroom on a Thursday night writing a letter to someone who didn't even care. Why the hell were therapists so pushy?

Thalia was angry- she was angry at Peter for never seeing her, at her parents for making her go on stupid appointments, at her brother for playing his stupid drum so loud at 11 pm (I mean, come on! He. Is. Tone. Deaf.), at her therapist for making her write these stupid letter and at herself for being so stupid.

She was just fifteen.

Why was it so hard to be okay?

Thalia sighed then, tired and gave this letter shit one more shot. This time from her heart.

I actually don't mean that, Pete so stop your panicking ass and sit down. Not that you are actually reading this considering this is a therapy thingy for my messed up mind.

Haha.

Well, I am pissed at you for being the sweetest asshole I have ever known. They should make a special jail for you so you can stop being so stupid. Not that anything on earth can actually make you less stupid.

Did you know that for the longest time I thought you were an alien or something because of how unbelievably sweet you were? I mean, you even know Tony Stark! What are the fucking odds?

And you know that when you used to look at Liz Allan and see her be the perfect girl there ever could be, I used to look at you. N̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶l̶k̶e̶r̶i̶s̶h̶-̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ The same way that you looked at her, I guess.

That kinda hurt, Pete.

And I hated how you would call me your best friend and yet not know my favorite color was. It's yellow by the way- like the sunflower.

How ironic- a sunflower, for who the sun would never shine.

I know I shouldn't but I blame you, Peter. If you would have told me just once not to leave you- I wouldn't have. I would have found a way to stay- probably would have moved in with MJ or Betty but you didn't even care when I was leaving. You never called after I did.

You fucked me up, Parker.

Hope you're happy.

Never Yours,

Thalia Grey

Thalia kept her pen down, satisfied with what she wrote. Perhaps, her therapist will be satisfied with what she wrote.

She was.

NICKNAMES: PETE, PETEY, SPIDEY, UNDEROOS

" She didn't fall from heaven... she rose from hell. "

[ 19 days since death ]

Hey there Thalia,

You know that feeling you get, when you have a really bad breakup with an ex and you feel completely heartbroken afterwards. Like you feel like your heart has shattered into millions of small pieces. The feeling of hopelessness when you feel like you will never get over that ex, and move on.

This is so much worse.

I don't know what I am supposed to say right now. I kind of thought that maybe writing back to you might me feel better for how I made you feel- not that I deserve to.

You know, if you would have told me in freshman year that you liked me, I would have jumped with joy. I always thought you were way out of my league. I had no choice but to love you like a best friend.

If only you told me.

I remember you so clearly- the picture of you in my head shows you as fine, Thalia- smiling, and joyful. That's always how I saw you.

I am so sorry.

And I just read your first letter where there is nothing but how I did you wrong and I just wish I could take it all back- go back three years and tell you that I love you. Why do you have to be such a hero? Why did you have to die?

I don't know what I am supposed to do. I am lost and I just...

I can't.

And now I am stuck here in New York finding out you're gone more than two weeks after it actually happened and this is all bullshit because suddenly I miss you and I have so much to say.

Guess what? You will never hear me now.

And yet I'll say it- I am so sorry Thals, I am so sorry for letting you be hurt and for not being the best friend you deserved.

I guess people have a tendency to die on me because now I can't escape you and I can't escape what happened.

You said in your letter that if I once asked you to stay, you would have.

Perhaps, I don't get the chance to do that now but can I please ask you to come back?

I need you.

Always Yours,

Peter Parker

Peter Parker put down his pen, feeling hopelessness fill every part of his body like a disease- he couldn't breathe- he didn't want to breathe.

He wanted her back and he didn't even care a few hours ago.

It was three in the morning as Peter found his place on the ground, hugging himself for some sort of comfort from losing her. He could hear his phone ring in his pocket and Peter just wanted to get out of this place- he was so tired of losing people.

Thalia really was just another name added to a long list but she was one of the names that really mattered.

Because it was his fault.

Perhaps the next letter will be better.

He really hoped it was.

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