𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒|| 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ||

Ch:28

LEIA | ADAMOS

In the aftermath of our breakup, I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Despite knowing deep down that it was the right decision, I couldn't shake the feeling of loss that gnawed at my heart. Peter had become such a significant part of my life, and the void left in his absence seemed almost insurmountable.

As the days passed, my worry for Peter only grew. It wasn't like him to skip school or shut himself off from his friends. And when our paths did cross, his avoidance felt like a knife to the chest. I couldn't help but wonder if he resented me for ending things, if he harboured any ill will towards me.

But amidst the uncertainty and pain, I held onto the belief that I had made the right choice for myself. I deserved someone who would be open and honest with me, who wouldn't run away at the first sign of trouble. And though it pained me to see Peter hurting, I knew that I couldn't sacrifice my own well-being for the sake of his.

The sound of knocking echoed through the house, I sighed, hoping that Kylo would take care of it. But his muffled response from his room told me otherwise, leaving me with no choice but to answer the door myself.

Opening it, I was met with a sight I never expected—Peter, standing on the doorstep, his weary eyes reflecting a pain I couldn't comprehend. Despite the healing of his wounds, the exhaustion etched into his expression remained unchanged.

Without a word, I stepped aside, allowing him entry into the warmth of the house. No words were exchanged as we embraced, the weight of our shared pain and sorrow hanging heavy in the air. In that moment, words felt unnecessary, our silent embrace saying more than any conversation ever could.

"I'm really sorry, Lei." Peter mumbles into my shirt. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." I rub his back, letting him cry on my shoulder. "It's okay, I got you."

Feeling Peter's tears dampen my shoulder, I couldn't help but feel the sting of tears pricking at my own eyes. Leading him to the couch, I gently urged him to lay his head on my lap, offering what little comfort I could as he surrendered to his emotions.

His cries echoed in the quiet of the room, each sob a painful reminder of the hurt he carried within. Stroking his hair, I whispered soothing words, my heart aching with the weight of his anguish.

Despite the solace I tried to offer, a pang of guilt gnawed at my conscience, reminding me of my role in Peter's pain. With each tear that fell, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had played a part in adding to his suffering.

As his sobs wracked his body, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right choice, if breaking up with him was truly for the best. The weight of my decision pressed heavily upon me, a heavy burden I couldn't shake.

The minutes ticked by, Peter's cries gradually subsided, leaving behind only the echo of his anguish in the quiet of the room.

 With puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, he sat up. "Thanks for letting me stay here, Leia. I don't know what I would've done if..."

"Hey, don't worry about it." I squeeze his hand. "We might not be together, but I still care about you."

Peter hugs his knees to his chest. "It really means a lot."

"So...what happened? If you don't mind me asking."

Peter sniffs, wiping his eyes. "Yeah, I... I don't know. It's just... Mister Stark got really sick, and... it's been really hard."

I place a comforting hand on his shoulder, knowing just how much Tony Stark means to him. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Is he going to be okay?"

He shrugs, his voice shaky. "I don't know... They're trying to figure it out, but... seeing him like that, it just... it really got to me."