I'll never smile again until I look at you. I'll never laugh again. What good would it do?
        Peter was so in love with you—undoubtedly, he could never pinpoint what it was about you. You were just this incredibly humble person with a beautiful soul and a beautiful exterior. Just by shooting a small glance in your direction, he couldn't help but smile to himself—because you were his.
       You were always making him laugh, even when he felt like the whole world was against him. You made him happy, it almost seemed as if that was your job. As if you were sent from up above to be Peter Parker's significant other.

       I'll never love again, I'm so in love with you. I'll never thrill again to somebody new.
       Peter knew that he couldn't, nor would he, ever be in love with someone other than you. He knew that one day he was going to marry you. That one day you would grow old together, that you would have kids together. That you would be together until the end of time.
       He knew all of this because he never looked for someone new. Even when he was surrounded by girls in his classes, or girls on the subway, he always knew the only one for him was you. He couldn't fathom the thought of making someone laugh the way he could with you. Or making someone be happy the way he was with you because you were his one and only.
It was always Y/N and Peter.

       Within my heart I know I will never start to smile again. Until I smile at you.
       Peter was so in love with you to the point where it was known to everyone that he was your boyfriend. He was known to be sad whenever he wasn't with you because his world just didn't seem whole, and with you, it did. You brought sunshine and laughter to Peter's world, even on the darkest of days.

       For tears would fill my eyes, my heart would realize that our romance is through.
       You hated to admit that your Peter was Spider-Man because it meant acknowledging that he gets hurt every single time he fights crimes in New York. But you couldn't escape it, he was one of the very little people who fought against criminals.
       You couldn't escape him coming to your fire escape, hurt every other night. You couldn't escape the constant headaches you got thinking about Peter fighting villains right and left all the time. You couldn't escape having to be there, physically and emotionally for him, because he couldn't do that for himself sometimes. You couldn't escape the thoughts that crept into your mind at night while in bed. The ones that were about getting a call in the middle of your day saying that something bad has happened to Peter.

       Within my heart I know I will never start to smile again.
       Deep inside your heart, you knew you'd never get over the death of Peter—if it were to ever happen. You wouldn't know what to do without him. And you wouldn't know that the last time you held him would be your last. You would never know if that the last goodbye you said would be the end.
       No moment with Peter was ever good enough for you, because what if it happened to be the last one?
       If anything were to ever happen to him you didn't know what you would do with your life, but what you did know was that you would never smile again if something bad happened to him.

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based off frank sinatra's song titled: "i'll never smile again."

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don't know why all my imagines are semi-sad but i kind of dig it (uploading this at 3 a.m. because my sleep schedule is absolutely wrecked. sorry for any mistakes! feel free to correct me)

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