"I thought you cared about it." Y/n yelled st her best friend Peter. "Look, the only thing on my mind right now is Liz." he shot back. "Why she doesn't even love you." she said with teas going into her eyes. "I wish we cups go back to when we were younger. To where you actually listened and cared about other people in your life. You had your dreams and set out for them and didn't give up. When you could see what's really happening right now. When you opened your eyes to look at me, so maybe just maybe, one day you'd see who really loves you. Your so blind Peter. Wake up. I'm done playing this shit with you. She doesn't love you, i do." the words slipped right out her mouth. She froze. "Y/n. I-" he was cut off by y/n saying, "Don't. forget what i said, hobbs with Liz she makes you happy." she said leaving and slamming his door. All he can do is put his face in his hands.
He sat down on his couch thinking about what happened. All the sudden there was a gun shot. He ran out thinking it was y/n. It was. She was laying there with her hands on her stomach, blood all over her shirt. She couldn't move or speak.
"Y/n!" Peter said running down to her. "SOMEONE CALL 911." he said holding her hand, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." was the last thing Y/n had hear Peter say.
The next day she woke up in her hospital bed and seen Peter. "Hey." she said sitting up and wincing at the pain. "I love you, y/n. Seeing this made me realize that i couldn't go on without you. I need you." he said to her with tears. "I love you too."
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tom holland || imagines
أدب الهواةjust some imagines of tom and the characters he plays. leave some request if you want to :)
