I finally come back home. Well, not really home. I'm too far up in the sky sitting on some ledge of a building. I could see the whole city from up here.

But none of that matters for now. I can only sit here by myself, and weep my loss of my Uncle. I don't need to look in a mirror to nose my face is red, I can smell the cold air up my nostril as my boogers drop out.

I know this won't bring back my Uncle, but I'm God sure that it won't make me feel better. I still need to release my damn feelings. I'm glad I'm crying up here, R/N, I don't wanna make myself look like a fool in front of you.

I come back to the house after changing into my regular clothes, only to be met with my Crying Aunt May. I could see her holding it in until she saw me. I stayed silent until I saw her coming close to me, grabbing my arms asking me if it was real. I nodded my head, and we both exploded into tears. Crying into each others arms. I could feel my shirt getting wet, but I didn't care. I was crying in her hair as I rubbed her back to comfort her from the fact that he's dead. Uncle Ben is dead. I'm still in denial.

I still wish this was a dream.

*Time skip*
The sun is shiny, the air is warm, we raised our caps in air as we scream in joy. It was our Graduation day.

Our Photographer gathered the Chest club I was in together, and told us to say "Chess!!" I gave out a wide smile. I was so happy to finally leave this shithole we call high school. I can finally get away from your Jackass "sweetheart" you always spended time with, but I had a fear that I would never see you again.

I moved away after our photographer took the photo, and we all were about to shake hands until Aunt May walked to me to congratulate me. It was a kiss on the cheek, and she told me how Handsome I looked. Someone tapped my shoulder the same time when Aunt May looked away. I saw Harry congratulating me telling me about how his dad got the plave in New York.

His father walked up from behind him. "You Made it!" He stood there, aiming at Harry. "This is not the first time I've been proven wrong. Congratulations." He shook Harry's hand while I stood there behind him, wishing that it was my Uncle who did that for me. But I ache on the inside remembering the event.

Norman noticed me. "Peter, the science award. That's terrific!" He complimented me. That took me out of my state of grief. I thanked him.

There stood an awkward silence before he continued.
"I know this has been a difficult time for you." He put his hand on my shoulder. "But I want you to try to enjoy this day. Commencement. The start of something new."

Harry walks off trying to find some of his friends only to find You breaking up with your lover.

"I don't want to be with you anymore." You started. "Here's the Ring." You stabbed it in the open palm of your now-ex.

"You know what? Whatever. Your loss." Those were the last words Harry has heard of you both before he saw both of you walk away from each other.

"You're like a brother to him. And that makes you family." Henry continued to talk to me with his arm still on my shoulder. "And if you ever need anything just give me a call." He grinned at me before patting my shoulder, and finally taking his hand off. I hope you're safe, R/N.

We're back at home. I can finally let my tears out as I stay sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about him. I didn't realize Aunt May was looking at me until she sat next to me. I knew that she knew what I was crying about.

"I missed him a lot today." I told her.

"I know." She responded. "I miss him too." I could hear her voice crack a bit. "But he was there." I knew she tried to comfort me.

"I can't help thinking about" I paused. "The last thing I said to him. He tried to tell me something important, and I threw it in his face."
"You loved him. And he loved you. He never doubted the man you'd grow into. How you were meant for great things. You won't disappoint him." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before getting up to leave.

I locked the door to go get my suit out. I took it out to get my sketchbook out. My first drawing of the my suit. His words Ran through my head as I looked at the image.

"With great power,
Comes Great Responsibility. Remember that, Pete. Remember that."

I will remember that. I absolutely will remember that, Uncle Ben. I won't ever forget it. Never.

I knew what I was going to do.