Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 14

Dylan felt her eyes move from underneath her eyelids. A sound had woken her up, a click of a door perhaps. Her eyes squinted open, being blinded by the sun lighting up the white door. They adjusted as she lifted her head, noticing she woke up in an empty bed with no sign of Peter. She propped herself up with her elbow, stretching the rest of her body. Yawning, she looked around the room and took a second to think about last night.

She remembered them hugging and then she fell asleep... on him. She cringed at herself. He must've been so uncomfortable, he can't even face me in the morning.

She heaved a sigh, getting off the bed and standing up.

Her eyes had spotted a yellow note on the door. With hesitation, she walked forward and reached for it.

"Had to go shopping. Make yourself at home, there's food in the fridge

-Peter"

Dylan had stared down the word, "Home" and she couldn't help but think of everything. The truth.

Yet she didn't want to. She placed the note down and opened the door to see an empty and quiet room. She stepped out and looked around the space.

The living area, the kitchen, the front door, she spent a long time thinking. She advanced towards the fridge and opened it up to see ... food. Delicious looking food.

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Peter had been gone for a couple of hours, leaving Dylan to explore his apartment. After she ate the food and she was full, she snooped around the other rooms.

She ended up sitting on their couch, looking out the window at the city.

She remembered the first day she woke up in the middle of the street. Cold and alone. Venom hadn't spoken up yet at the time so she only had herself.

In search of her "father". Not knowing where to go or what to do. And she never would've guessed she'd meet someone as nice as Peter, who would let her crash on his own bed.

She never would've known.

And she still couldn't believe it.

She's met nice people in the past but this was different.

Because she was on her own and was doing her own thing.

Then when Venom said hi for the first time, she was terrified of him. His voice, his face. How he was in her head all the time.

And now, he wouldn't even talk to her. And she wondered if he was still mad.

"Venom?" She tried but got no response.

She lowered her head, fiddling with her hands.

"I don't know if you're listening but," she paused thinking about their argument. "I'm sorry," she was afraid she would be talking to herself yet she continued. "I'm sorry I said what I said about your way of sympathy. It's your only way of comfort and you were only trying to help. You're always trying to help me," she heaved a sigh as she whispered, "I'm such a bitch, who am I kidding," she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to feel the guilt anymore. "You're probably never going to forgive me," she confessed, feeling herself getting snappy.

She was accepting her mistakes and speaking her mind. Something she struggled with in the past.

She wanted him to forgive and forget yet she feared this time wouldn't cut it. She felt as if she really hurt him.

For a symbiote with a habit and desire to kill, she never thought he would have felt.

When he didn't respond, she wasn't surprised. She was expecting it and it was understandable.