Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 8

•chapter 8•

PART 2

TW - beware.

"that's $2.07" the guy at the front of the store says. i place some cash on the counter.

"that's 2 'o' 5. I asked for $2.07" the guy says. i don't need this shit, not right now. i grab a cent from the donations pot, and place it on the counter.

"that's not out policy" the guy says. "you leave coins, you only take one if you spend more than 5 dollars" he states.

"c'mon we're talking about 2 cents!" i say, some annoyance running through my veins.

"you can't afford your milk. move along"

i grab the rest of my money and stuff it in my pocket, but i stay and watch the next customer after moving. he puts a pack of beer onto the counter with a thud, 'accidentally' knocking over cigarette stand, causing the guy behind the counter to bend down and pick it up. he grabs a stack of cash from the register and throws me the milk. i nod, and the guy runs out. the worker follows behind the guy, but he is long gone.

"somebody get that guy!" he yells into the street, pointing at the guy with glasses.

"kid, can you help?" he asks me, i look at him, opening my milk.

"sorry, not my policy" i shrug. i start walking off, but hear a deafening gunshot, making my ears ring horribly. the sound whines in my ears, and i run to the place of the gunshot.

on the ground, i see the shadow of an older man, blood pooling around where he is lying. i walk closer, finding out it's not an older man. it's uncle ben. my uncle ben.

I run to his side. "no, no, no, uncle nen! uncle ben i'm right here! can you hear me?" i choke out through sobs. this was pain. this was utter pain.

i find the wound and place my hands on it, applying heavy pressure, but it's not enough, the wound doesn't stop producing that thick, red substance, staining my hands. i grab his sweater and lean closer to him my head ending up on his chest, letting out a loud sob. why uncle ben?

why uncle ben?

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Y/N POV

as i lie in my bed, my phone starts vibrating, disturbing me from my book, and interrupting the music that was playing through. the whole night had been enjoyment, my mind always wondering back to peter and me. it buzzes again.

i roll my eyes and pick up the phone. it's peter.

"hey y/n" his voice sounds thick, like he has just been crying.

"hey pete! what's up" i ask, hoping he'd ask to meet.

"yeah, can you meet me at the skatepark? please?" the desperation could be heard within his sentence, making my heart break.

"o-of course, yeah! give me a few and i'll be there"

"okay, i'm.. there already" he says numbly.

i exit my house after gathering a warm jacket and my phone, taking my board.

something bad has happened. i can tell through the sound of his voice. what wrecks me is thinking about what it could be.

i arrive at the park and see his tall figure in the dim light. i smile and run over, dropping down my board. he sees me and walks over slowly. as he comes closer, i can see his tear stained face. i take him in my arms (despite our height difference) and his body starts to shake as he sobs hard, but silently.

"hey, hey! are you okay? what happened" i ask urgently, stroking his fluffy hair.

"uncle ben.. he's.." i already know what he's implying, and his sobs make the information harder to swallow.

"i-its my fault, we had a fight and he followed me, he got shot in the street" he says softly, trying to calm his cries.

"oh my god peter i'm so sorry, i'm here-" but i get cut off.

"n-no. it's my fault ben died, and i think.. i think i'm just going to put you in danger too. if we're together, then I don't want to hurt you, i'd fuck up and get you hurt, just like uncle ben" he states, pulling himself out of my arms and holding my small hands.

"no. no. this can't happen." i say, my voice cracking and my head shaking, trying to stop tears spilling. "we just- we just kissed today! i-i'll be fine, i'd be willingly to be put in any danger if it meant being with you you peter parker" i cup my cheek in his hand, swiping away stray tears.

this is not the way it's meant to go. it's not okay.

"no. i can't hurt you, not after what happened to ben. you're too important to me to hurt" he removes my hand from his face, shattering my heart, and probably his too. i can't fucking do this. my hand comes to my face as my sobs wrack my body.

"if i'm so important to you then why are you doing this? why don't you stay with me? you know i'd go through anything for you!" i shout, through anger, sure, but mainly through heartbreak.

it always has to be like this. someone's heart always gets broke. tonight it's mine. i found true happiness when we kissed, and it's all come crashing down on that same day.

"i'm so sorry" he says. he shouldn't be the sorry one.

"no- no, i'm sorry. i'm sorry about ben. but pete, i would go to hell and back for you, anyday." i mutter as his hands find mine once again. i being his hands to my lips, and kiss them softly. he brings them back down.

"i would do the same for you, that's why we can't be together, i'd just hurt you. i'm so fucking sorry, y/n" and that's it. that's all he has to say, and i can feel it. not matter how much pain it brings me, i pick up my board, try to calm my tears and make my way home.

"i like you parker. if you ever want to see me again, in that way, then you know where i am" i add finally. this is it i guess.

he nods, and i walk off, with my board in my hand. leaving peter parker all alone. in his most desperate state.

god knows how long for. that's the worst bit.

i really do guess this was a late night heartbreak.

thank you for reading this! if there's ever any improvements you can think of, comment it!  this was much much shorter than the last chapter, sorry for that!

remember, you're loved, and stay safe.