I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"A root beer."

Peter stood in front of a fruit shop named Kelly and said to the boss.

The place is a cross between a grocery store, a soda fountain, and a gas station.

In addition to selling cold drinks, it also sells beer, cheap wine, Uncle Huang, and various off-brand cigarettes.

"Okay, no need to keep following me, Gwen, I've seen you."

While the boss was preparing the soda, Peter turned around and said behind him.

At a corner, Gwen stood up with some trepidation.

"Good afternoon, Peter."

Gwen was dressed very casually today, with her golden hair held up by a clover-green headband and a tight-fitting Basque shirt that made her breasts stand out.

She tried her best to keep her expression as natural as possible, coughed and said to Peter: "I was in the coffee shop just now and saw a figure that looked like you, so I followed him. I didn't expect it was really you."

"Well, what a coincidence."

Peter pretended not to see through Gwen's little thoughts and took the large frosted cup from the 1990s from the boss's hand.

"I remember you liked root beer, Gwen."

He said as he handed the cup to Gwen.

"For me?"

Gwen blinked.

She was a little surprised that Peter remembered that he liked root beer.

"Well, just think of it as yesterday, in Vice Principal Morton's office, I thanked you for your generous words."

As Peter spoke, he placed the five-dollar bill on the marble counter and pushed it towards the boss.

Gwen took the soda, exhaled, took a slight taste, raised her head and said, "I thought you would blame me. Maybe I did something stupid yesterday."

Peter shook his head and said, "No, some people don't even have the courage to do stupid things."

When Gwen heard Peter comment on her courage, her mood instantly became much brighter.

She wanted to ask why Peter came out of the Presbyterian Hospital, but she felt it would be presumptuous and impolite.

So under her hesitation, the atmosphere became silent and quiet.

"I believe Josh's death had nothing to do with you, Peter."

After a long while, Gwen, holding the root beer, looked at Peter firmly and said, "Peter, you are the victim."

"Actually, Gwen"

Peter took the change from his boss with a calm expression and said to her: "Whether it was the previous bullying or the fact that I was suspected after Josh's death, these...are not important to me."

"Isn't it important?"

"Some people are incapable of empathy."

Peter said slowly: "They won't realize that their actions will really hurt others. Human beings never get better, they just get smarter.

When you become smarter, you will still pry off the wings of butterflies, and you will find better reasons for this behavior. Principal Morton said that he would feel sorry for my previous experience, but he would not, and I also I believe that no one can understand how an unrelated person feels every day, every hour, and every moment, and they don't care. "

Listening to Peter's words, Gwen was speechless.

She felt a little sorry for Peter.

"I'm like that too, Gwen."

Finally, Peter added something to Gwen.

"So, I can't empathize with it, and naturally I don't care about other people's opinions."

Gwen originally wanted to say that you are not this kind of person, but in the end she swallowed her words.

"Thank you for the root beer."

She handed Peter the frosted cup and murmured, "I can feel you."

"Would you like another drink?"

Peter asked her.

"No, I don't think my stomach can hold it anymore, even though I love root beer."

Gwen waved her hand, indicating that she had drunk enough.

"Tell me, Josh, will this happen again? Peter."

She still wanted to discuss the "Josh" incident with Peter.

"I always feel like it's not that simple."

Gwen frowned and expressed her thoughts, "Maybe the murderer will continue to commit crimes. He hid the body in the storage room, maybe as a provocation."

Peter nodded, "Maybe, maybe that guy is pretentious and likes to show death to others."

"Death is such a disgusting word."

Gwen frowned and said somewhat annoyed.

Next to Peter, listening to Gwen saying that she hates death, he suddenly thought of Ms. Weber's comment that he was the "hand of death."

After a while, he cast his eyes on the passing vehicles on the road.

I don’t know if he was talking to himself or to Gwen.

“Death may not be terrible, entropy is irreversible, and heat death will most likely be our end.

From ancient times to the future, everyone we can imagine, everyone we cannot imagine, all species, whether living or not, will eventually die.

In a sense, we are all buried in a tomb called the universe. "

Listening to Peter's words, Gwen looked at his side face blankly.

Under the sunlight of the rising sun, the lines outlined on Peter's side face suddenly made Gwen feel a little mysterious and handsome.

Her heart beat faster.

After separating from Peter, Gwen took the subway and rushed home.

Although she was still a little depressed, her conversation with Peter at the fruit shop made her feel a lot better.

The only pity is that she still doesn't know why Peter appeared in the Presbyterian Hospital.

In the room, she turned on the computer.

In the mailbox, the school postponed the football regional championship. The email appeared on the front page.

Opening the email, Gwen took a quick look and deleted it.

This is the first time that Central City High School has entered the regional championship in ten years. The school was supposed to hold a grand event on the day of the game.

Unfortunately, because of Josh's matter, the game time was temporarily postponed.

"But it has nothing to do with me. I am neither a member of the football team nor a member of the cheerleading team."

Gwen shook her head and continued to browse the mailbox.

Soon she found another boring email.

It was a somewhat strange confession letter.

Although as a member of the "famous" band in the school, it shouldn't be a strange thing to have a fan confessed.

But confessing through an email looks very strange.

You have to know that your email address is not public.

Since the sender of the email was not signed, she couldn't know the name of the confessor.

"Is it a prank?"

Gwen muttered and deleted the email casually.

She looked up at the Black Forest cuckoo on the wall, and the clock had already pointed to seven o'clock in the afternoon.

She closed the computer and prepared to go to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Her father had just called her and told her that he would not be home tonight, so she had to prepare dinner by herself.

Somehow, an idea suddenly popped up in her mind.

It would be nice if this email was written by Peter to her.