ââ gwen stacy !
Gwen was silent as she stared at her, the heat covering her cheeks had completely disappeared now, causing her to cross her arms again to cover herself up as she suddenly felt cold and vulnerable. âWas, Ellie?â The blonde quietly questioned, knowing sheâd just further embarrass herself but finding herself more curious than not. âTalk to me, Ellie.â Another mumble came out, Gwen stepped closer, only slightly.
Ellie shut her eyes for a second, the last few scenes of the movie she directed playing out in her mind. The words were jumbled and mixed, like gibberish was being spoken. But, it somehow made sense to her. Opening her eyes, a closer Gwen was now in view, seeing her through the soft blur given by the scalding tears, leaving her eyes, scarring her cheeks. âThereâs nothing to talk about. Iâm sorry I didnât tell you,â that my girlfriend is dead, âând Iâm sorry for teasing you to the point of kissing me,â even if I was the one who wanted the kiss, âând Iâm sorry for lying to you,â that Riley is alive. âIâm just sorry.â












