Part Of The Journey Is The End [4] Endgame

29-Aftermath.2

Pepper let a few people stay over, after the funeral I got changed, took my makeup off and did my hair up. I bumped into Peter in the hallway, I told him to come sit in my room for a while.

"You know, you're gonna make it through this, Zan. You're the strongest person I've ever known." He told me. "I know I just— he was such an amazing person, I really wish this could've ended some other way. And with Nat gone as well, it's not fair I just feel so fucking empty, I'm so sick of fighting this anymore I can't do it—" I sighed as a tear streamed down my face.

"Hey, shhh, come on, don't cry, when you cry I cry." He whispered. as a tear streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I cried. He held me as we both cried, we cried for hours, we talked for hours, everyone else had gone to sleep.

"Hey, so what's the deal with that guy?" He asked. "What guy?" I asked "That Harley guy." He asked. "Oh, he knew my dad." I told him. "Yeah, but like...do you guys talk?" He asked me "I spoke to him for half an hour and then he went home, so no not regularly why?" I asked him.

"And what about Ben?" He asked me. "Why am I being questioned?" I asked "I'm asking about your personal life because you're my friend." He shrugged. "Well, Ben dumped me over text right before the final battle." I told him. "He did...why?" He asked.

"I don't know, it doesn't matter though." I told him "I never really liked him all that much.""Hm." He hummed. We listened to our playlists and we had the music on fairly quietly but still we could hear it "Ok, Zan it's getting late I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you in the morning." He whispered.

"Yeah..." I nodded. "Wait. I like this song." He told me.  A song called "heart like yours" came on.He held a hand out "come on." "What?" I said.  "Come on gimme a hug." He whispered. "Whatever, Parker." I rolled my eyes, he pulled me into his arms and started to sway side to side.

He started to sing quietly "I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon. How could a heart like yours, ever love a heart like mine?" He sang. He kissed my forehead, as he pulled back into a hug a I rubbed his arm and took a few glances from his lips back to his eyes, he held my face in his hands and before I knew it he'd kissed me, it was different from the last kiss, the last kiss was sweet and gentle, this one was gentle yet passionate. We pulled away, still holding on to each other and started laughing, I put my head on his shoulder.

"Should we have done that?" He asked, still swaying. "Probably not." I sighed. The song ended and everything went silent, we let go of each other. "I—we should probably—" he stuttered "Yeah—" I stuttered "It's been a long day." He sighed. "Yeah..." I nodded. I walked over to him and rubbed his cheek.

"Night." I smiled. He kissed my forehead again and said goodnight. I don't understand what went through either of our heads but...finally.