Harry Osborn

You were alone and received a message from your friend.

"Go to him. He's in the apartment. I'm sorry."

You step into the elevator, enter the security code, and select the top floor. The doors close, and you take another deep breath. You're biting your thumbnail, your foot fidgeting on the floor as you ascend to Harry's apartment.

The apartment door is ajar. The hallway is completely private, accessible only to those with the elevator code, but even so, the scene sends chills down your spine.

You run to the door and push it open without thinking twice.

Did you notice that the doors were open? Harry Osborn had a terrible habit of leaving doors open.

You take off your shoes, which are hanging on the rack, and your jacket from the coat rack, and slowly move through the apartment.

He was sitting with a glass of whiskey, looking out the window.

Harry , you call him with a hint of concern.

Harry looks at you with a mix of anger and sadness, but he asks a question. You noticed a grimace on his face.

Oh my God! You go to him worried about what happened to your face.

He doesn't answer, he just looks at you confused.

What were you doing here? he says this with a hint of anger.

You answer stuttering. Felicia sent me a message.

What did she say? Harry, look at you.

Nothing much, she just said that you were there , you say that but you don't say the other part because you're afraid.

"Great, " Harry says, rolling his eyes.

What happened, Harry? You ask that trying to find out.

You try to touch his hand, but Harry lets you and moves away.

He goes home and doesn't come back, but here he says this trying to ignore it.

"That's my house ," you retorted, "but that was a lie. "

Go home. I won't say it twice.

You're...you're breaking up with me . You say this while looking at him.