Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 25

My love only sprung from my hatred for you.

I am too afraid of something too homely when every breath coming out of my body is shaped like leaving.

The night has always been like a blanket to me. It wraps me into its dark embrace and holds me until I no longer feel the shakes erupt in my body. It's a comforting sensation being in a dark room in the middle of the night. The silence engulfs the room while the only thing you can hear is the sound of your own breathing.

I appreciate these moments the most. I don't have many things that make me feel whole anymore. Whether it be the voices that are too loud in my head or the ones around me in my ears. The night is the only time I can truly relax. Even if I have to share them with another now.

I roll over in the bed to face the beautiful boy sleeping next to me. I reach my hand out to stroke his cheek and he nuzzles his head more into the pillow. Subconsciously, his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into him and I can't help but laugh quietly at his actions.

I hold him close to me and I stroke his hair as he curls up into my chest. I wish I could sleep but I'm not tired at all. I'm wide awake with no thoughts in my head. I lay my head against him as I let my head wander.

"Iris?" I hear Peter's scratchy voice come from against my chest. He pulls away to peak up at me.

"Hey baby spider, did I wake you?" I say in a small voice.

He brings his other arm up and rubs his eyes. "No, it wasn't you. My dream woke me up." He says in a deep voice laced with sleep.

I lean my head down to him. "What did you dream about?" I question him.

His eyebrows scrunch up. "I honestly don't remember." He says and I chuckle at his confused look.

I kiss his forehead. "Well go back to sleep. It's 4 am." I say to him.

He nods his head tiredly. "Can you keep talking to me until I fall asleep?" He asks as he starts to get comfortable again.

I smile at him as I face towards the ceiling. "Sure darling."

"Thank you." He mumbles out.

I think about what to talk about as I stroke his hair once again. "One of my favorite poems of all time is Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. Have you heard of it?" I say to him.

He shakes his head and I continue. "It's a long one but after reading it so much, I memorized it. It reminds me of you." I smile lightly. "Here how it goes. 'It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me....." I continued on with the poem until we both drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, I wake up, but Peter is not next to me. I shrug my shoulders and get up to get ready. Once I'm showered and ready, I head down to the throne room. The doors open for me and I see the others gathered around James as they discuss something.

I walk up to them and they stop speaking once they see me. "So, what are you guys talking about?" I say as I stare down each one of them.

James walks up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Nothing Rosati, we were just talking." He says with a fake smile on his face. I can tell he is lying as I can feel his fear roll off his body in waves.