PETER PARKER

挨拶

He lay motionless in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as countless thoughts raced through his head. He hadn’t left his room in three days. Three days ago, everything had changed. Aunt May and Tony had both died on the same day, leaving Peter feeling like the two people who had always been there for him had suddenly been ripped away. His room was dark, the curtains drawn shut, and the only sound was the occasional quiet sniffle beneath the covers.