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

Part 18

•chapter 18•
i walk into my parents house, the one where he used to live. used to.

my mother sits at the table, sobbing. my father rubs her back, comforting her, however they both stop when i walk through the door.

dried blood covers my hands, and my face is heavily tear stained. there is a look of pure confusion and sadness on both of their faces.

my mom gets up from her seat, and rushes over to me, engulfing me into a tight, heavyhearted hug. i don't hug back. i mainly stand there in shock. she steps back and examines me, tears forming in her eyes.

"we have been horrible parents" she states, her lip trembling slightly. "sorry isn't enough from the terrible things we have done, but it's a start?" she says.

"we have not been the parents you and your brother needed. at all. the saddening thing is.. it took l-losing one of you to show how special you are" she bites her lip, close to tears. "and now one of my own children are never going to know how much i really do care about you both" her voice breaks, and she starts crying again, her voice soaked in streams of neverending tears.

i pull her into a hug. though I'd never forgive her fully, like she said, it's a start.

"after your br- tonight happened, i realised how important you are. i w-wish we could go back in time- but we can't. and i'm so so sorry." she says into my shoulder, her words coming out muffled. i nod profusely, and see my dad walking over to us, englulfing us in a hug.

maybe this would be the start of something new, something better.

we all pull away and i look from each parent, before letting out a loud sob and hugging them again.

"it's a start, as you said" my lip trembles as my eyes fill with tears.

as much as i try to hold it in, i fail. the pain is simply too strong it overtakes all other emotions.

we stand in the middle of the dining room, flooding each other with one another's presences.

PETERS POV

•4 days later•

i've not seen her since it happened. no text, no call, no nothing. i understand, obviously, but i'm also worried. who wouldn't be? she feels like it was her fault for her brother. just like uncle ben and me.

since it happened, i haven't been eating properly, nor sleeping or talking. i can't shake the lingering feeling that it's my fault. and it seems y/n can't shake the feeling it's hers either. aunt may can tell, also. she always can.

none of this would of happened if it wasn't for me, right?

i mean, if it wasn't for me, dr connors wouldn't have even become a lizard.

my heart sank in my chest as i thought of the many reasons it was my fault, tears springing to my eyes.

he was such a young talented boy, with such a future ahead of him, and he died because of me.

how would y/n ever forgive such person?

a murderer.

my head burrows deeper within my hands as i wipe tears away from my eyes before they fall. standing up, I grab my mask, and walk over to the window.

i peer over the edge, viewing queens as a whole. i open the window, and a cool breeze hits my face. i pull the mask over my face, covering my upset expression.

'no crimes tonight so i suppose i can go for a swing..' i thought, trying to stop the thoughts racing through my mind. i shoot a web to a taller building, and pull myself upwards, wind flowing through my clothes.

as i swing with my webs, my mind is all over the place. exhilaration courses through my veins. my head replays the terrible things i have done.. what i am.

murderer, killer.

my heart thumps quicker against my chest as i speed through new york. before i even realize, i arrive at y/ns window.

'would she even want to be bothered right now? i mean her brother did just die.. because of me." i scrunch my eyes as i try to control my breathing and block out my thoughts.

i knock on the window with my knuckle, crouching awkwardly on the fire escape. i stare out into the city when i hear the window slide open, and my head snaps her way.

her hair was thrown up in a bun, loose ends framing her tear stained cheeks. her eyes have lost all joy and love, replaced with dark bags under them. her cheeks have lost her brightness, and her nose doesn't scrunch as she sees me like usual.

i jump into her room, and without hesitation, pull her into a warm hug. for a moment, she doesn't hug back.

'she knows you murdered her brother, she knows it was all your fault'

my mind is flooded with these thoughts, but they are washed away when her small arms wrapped around my torso, and let's out a quiet, small sob.

i balance my chin on the top of her head, closing my eyes.

her sobs become louder and her breath becomes more ragged. i feel her heartbeat increase rapidly, and her grip on me loosens as i pull back, confused.

i realise what's happening as she sits down on her bed, struggling to breathe.
"y/n? shittt okay listen to me, listen to my voice"

i sit down next to her on the bed, dipping it as I turn to her. i hold her close to me, whispering and shushing, as if she were a baby.

'she's not stopping.. what was that thing i read online about panic attacks?'

"breathe in for five seconds, yeah?" i do what i say, and she copies me. "and now out" i hear her exhale, and her breathing slows, but is still ragged.

i place my hand on her cheek, molding them together as i lean in to kiss her. as our lips connect, her breathing fully calms. my forehead leans against hers as our lips disconnect again. it's short and sweet, but it means a lot to both of us.

"thank you.." y/n starts, but I cut her off.

"you're okay, i promise you, i am always with you. always and forever"

what a cute chapter 

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