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'I suggest listening to the song above it kinda goes with the story'
You press yourself up against the tile wall, the water that flows from the shower head barely touches your skin. There was no point in having it on. All it did was serve as a background noise to fill in the silence.
It started off as a simple conversation but quickly turned into an argument, his words had cut you leaving invisible scars on your body. He promised that as long as you were with him you would never hurt again. It had been a lie.
You move under the water and let it soak into your skin hopefully washing away evidence of what had happened, you don't know if he's coming back you don't know if he'll ever forgive himself. As much as you want to hate him you can't because your life was fucked up and he made it seem bearable, he gave you hope that somehow you would stop spinning out of control.
You can feel the tears welling in your eyes and you choke back your sobs with your fist tucked between your teeth. You almost fall to your knees. You almost break.
At this point you don't even remember what you were arguing about. You just know his mind is a landmine and you were constantly tiptoeing around the perimeter. But sometimes, he exploded with out having a reason because he couldn't control it. And of course you retaliated with defiance and rage, together, you burned. You were stuck in a war you never wanted to fight.
You and Peter weren't a perfect couple, constantly you both were clashing together in loud fiery arguments. You both fought to the symphony of crashing furniture and shattering ceramics.
But he never hurt you. And you never feared him not for one second.
Round and round you went, stuck on a carousel that spun for all eternity, spinning you mind into an infinite disequilibrium. You shifted from friends to lovers, enemies to partners. Sometimes he held you like he was trying to merge your souls together. Other times, he pushed you away and kept you in the dark. You stumbled in the shadows that he kept you in, but you always come back for more.
The water drips down your skin in long tendrils and disappeared down the drain.
Peter Benjamin Parker was so god damn complicated. He was written in a code you couldn't decipher. He built barriers you couldn't breach. He fought wars when all you wanted was peace. But you wanted him. You needed him, like your lungs need air to breathe.
You wash away your tears when you notice a familiar outline, a distorted silhouette dancing on the shower curtain. You paused; knowing exactly who was standing on the other side of the material that separated you. You waited, wondering if he would tear apart the tension between you two. The shadow shifted almost reluctantly, as though he wasn't sure of his actions. But then the curtain was pushed aside and Peter appeared on the other side, eyes wide and touched with anguish and guilt.
You and he stood, staring at each other, reading unspoken words in the others eyes. His eyes were pools of black tainted by shame. You felt almost vulnerable as his gaze burns through you, his chocolate irises disarming you completely.
Just when you go to shut off the taps, Peter takes a leap of faith. His cold fingers cover your own as he steps over the boarder that had once splintered you in half. His grey Henley is immediately soaked, his curls dampen and stick to his face as his eyes plead for forgiveness.
"Peter." You choke before his arms wrap around you, enveloping you in his warmth.
He holds you close, heartbeat against heartbeat, scars flush against scars, intersecting like roads on a map.
You stay in sweet silent bliss. The water pours down the both of you leaving goosebumps on your skin as it turns cold, but that doesn't matter now.
"Please stay." You plead.
Peter holds you tighter.
"It doesn't matter what happens, what I say or do. I still love you," you kiss him, "will you stay with me?" He murmurs into your soaked hair.
Your heart glows with love, your chest a furnace of affection, your lips open to pledge a promise of loyalty, a single word of loving devotion.
