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

Ending (Part One)

PETER POV

I watch as y/n bounces on the web. the only thing I don't know is if she's alive. metal scraps fall next to her with a clang.

I jump down next to her, and stare at her closed eyes; unmoving.. peaceful. I rip off my mask, my hair falling everywhere. I put an arm around her, and take her off the web, gently.

"y-y/n?" I ask, shaking. her lifeless body lays in my arm. silence deafens me, ringing in my ears, destroying me slowly. my stomach turns.

"y/n? please answer me. please, y/n. I'll do anything. you're fine" I try and smile, tears silently falling down my face. I watch her, to see if she would love, open her eyes, for a pulse to come back.

I stroke her cheek as softly as I can, a sob coming out of my mouth. "it's not over. we're not over. you're my path! I'll follow you! if it's to London if it's to the other side of the planet. you're my path, remember?" I bite my lip, probably drawing blood, but the pain isn't noticeable. no pain could compare to the pain throbbing against my ribcage.

"fuck" I mutter, breathing shakily. I've done the one thing I swore to myself that I wouldn't let happen. it's all my fault. I let this happen.

"c'mon stay with me. I follow you! stay with me, stay with me, please!" I beg, shouting.

"stay with me! please! I can't- fuck, stay with me!" sobs rack my body, and I shake uncontrollably. my head lowers down, and my head rests on her icy chin.

"Please, please y/n. I can't. I can't do this. stay with me please" I mutter softly. she can't be dead. not after this. we've only had a year. she's too young, got too much ahead of her. pain is the only thing I can feel, except the hot, burning tears rolling down my cheeks, and dropping onto her.

this is all my fault. I bought this myself. I can never forgive myself. her body rests on my knees. she looks so peaceful. so calm.

I've made her lose her life. I've made her parents lose another one of their children. I've lost a part of myself. the best part.

I look up, to where I could have jumped earlier. to where my web could have caught her sooner. to where she could have survived. I shout as loud as I can, letting it all out. my voice scratches my throat as it breaks and sobs. I continue to yell and shout and curse everyone, especially myself until no sound escapes out of my mouth.

her legs are sprawled to my side. she's just asleep. she can't be...

but she is because I let myself get close to her.

a trail of crimson, thick liquid trails out of her nose, slowly. its color taunts me coldly, and it runs down her cheek, into her hair, that I stroke, trying to wake her up.

her brother will never forgive me. I swore to protect her. I swore to myself to protect her.

flashes of red and blue shine through dirty windows above, but I hold her tighter, sobbing and shaking in fear, regret, and especially guilt. firefighters rush in, just to stop and inspect the scene, gawking at me, holding the dead body of my girlfriend.

one crouches next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, which I shrug off. I gasp for air as my tears dry up. all I can feel is sadness, and I can feel grief in the pit of my stomach, but I can't cry. pulling on my mask, I pick her up, my knees almost buckling. I give her over to someone, and they lay her on a stretcher.

I can't even look at her face. I did that to her. shooting a web as quickly as I can, I swing over to her parent's apartment, just after taking off my suit in an alleyway, changing into normal clothes.

knocking on their door, her mom opens the door with a smile when she sees my face. I try to smile back, but I can't.

"s-something happened" I stutter. as soon as I say it, the phone in her house starts to ring. I bite my lip, as she excuses herself to answer it.

y/ns dad walks in, nodding at me. her mom nods, before hanging up. "is it true?" she asks me, looking directly into my eyes. I know what the call was. I did when the sound rang through the apartment. the sound that has taken away both of her children.

"y-yeah," I say, gripping the doorway tightly, my vision getting cloudy.

she breaks out in tears, falling onto one of the chairs next to the table. she explains through sobs what happened, painfully telling her husband what the phone call was about.

loud cries fill the entire apartment, and her dad stumbles to the door. "I think it would be best if you left, Pete. let me know when you can talk?" he says, his voice cracking.

"yeah. okay," I say tearfully, as the door gets shut in my face.

oopsies

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