Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 21

My heart collapsed under the weight of the love you will never give me.

It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch.

"Peter?" I say in shock as I stare at the cold expression on his face.

I study his face. His cheeks are sunken in and his eyes have more bags around them then I've ever seen. His dazzling eyes no longer hold their famous sparkle, but instead a dull brown that holds no light in them. The lines around his young face make him look way older than he is and the dead expression it holds doesn't help.

I scan my eyes down the rest of his body and notice that he has dropped a lot of weight as well. He is also wearing old tattered clothes that look like they need a good washing. I feel the pit in my stomach grow at the sight of the once happy boy. All I want to do is wrap him in my arms and tell him everything is going to be alright, but we would both know that is a lie.

"I'll ask again." Peter starts and walks closer to me, so he is standing in the light and I can get a better view of him. My breath hitches at the sight. "What the fuck are you doing here Iris?" He says with a cold tone.

My eyes widen at his rough tone, but I shake off my surprise. "I think it's pretty obvious why I'm here." I say with a quiet voice.

He glares at my form. "Well, you can fucking leave now." He growls out and pushes past me harshly.

I stumble back at the force and watch his retreating form walk to his bedroom. I follow after him before he can shut me out. I watch him hunch over a table and grab a bottle of pills. My eyes grow as I read the label as vallum. He pops a couple in his mouth and washes it down with an old bottle of beer next to it.

"Oh, you run away from home and are now a drug addict? Nice going Parker." I say with an annoyed expression. I cross my arms over my chest as I glare at him. He turns his attention back to me and matches my expression.

He lets out a humorless chuckle. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the boss of me. We fuck a couple of times and now you think you're my girlfriend?" He spits out and walks past me again.

A newfound anger bumbles up in my stomach at his nasty words. "Now this is the part where you apologize." I say with a surprisingly steady voice.

"And this is the part where you leave." He grumbles out, still walking around his apartment, doing Satan knows what.

"Listen here asshole, I've been killing myself over what happened." I notice the visible flinch that comes over him as I bring up this topic. "I'v—We've missed you so much and have been looking for you for months." I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. I make him turn around to face me. "Look, hate me all you want, but don't punish the rest of the team because they care for you so fucking much." I finish angerly.

He pushes my hand off of his shoulder roughly. "I didn't fucking ask you guys to be sad and throw a goddamn pity party." He says in my face. "But you're right, I do fucking hate you and I want you out of here, and to never come back." He finishes while looking deep into my eyes.

I hold his stare before shaking my head at his attitude. "I literally have broken myself over the thought of you. I've mourned you like you were dead." I walk towards him. "I defended you every time the team tried to say something." I push my pointer finger in his chest as the tears weld up in my eyes. "I stopped them from coming after you every time we saw you on the news."