Kesmet's fate//being Rewritten

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I sat down, wondering if I had made the right decision. After a while, or at least what felt like a while, I could see something flying towards us.
"Peter? Thank the heavens!"  I thought. But I was sadly mistaken. Rocket flew in, his fur in a tangled mess.
"Rocket? Where is Peter?" I asked, trying to stay calm. He looked down at his timer, and back up to me. He shrugged his shoulders, grunting.
"No, no No No NO!" I screamed. I couldn't lose him. I would never be the same again. Before I could even step out, the gate closed.
"Where's Quill!?" Drax yelled over the intercom. I slumped to my knees, then on my hands. I couldn't believe it. I was in so much shock, and anger, I couldn't even cry. I slammed my fist to the metal, sending a clanging noise out.
"Peter!" I whimpered.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was groot. He pat the red leather, and gave me a worried look. I looked away again, knowing a child would not understand. I let myself lie on the ground, and think. I had a feeling I would see him again, but I guessed it was just a glimmer of hope my mind came up with. We took off, and I didn't move. I had lost my one and only. I will die right here on this floor. Never feeling love again.
"Peter?" Kraglin asked.
I got up, and ran to the window. Peter and Youndu where floating up.
"They aren't going to make it!" Kraglin called.
"Cmon, cmon, I can't do this."
The jetpack quickly lost power, and they where just floating.
"Cap!" Kraglin cried.
He was pressed up against the giant window. I could see Peter yelling, and clutcing to Youndu's coat. He was turned towards the window. I could see his face better now. He was crying, and still clutching Youndu. He pat Peter's face, and froze. Peter continued crying and yelling "NO!" I grabbed a space suit, and a jetpack, flying out to the both of them. Peter stared at Youndu, shaking. He just sat there, crying. His lip trembled, and finally, he placed his head on his frozen chest. I had no idea what to do. I reached out, touching his shoulder. He turned to me, crying again.
"This is all your fault!" He yelled. He jabbed a finger at me. He turned back to Youndu.
"Peter, I-"
"No! NO! I don't want to hear your stupid excuses. This is your fault!"
I grabbed his shirt, and hoped he would still hold on to Youndu. We entered the ship, and the spacesuits dissappear. I walked away, but stopped myself.
"And to think I was going to die without you." I said. He was snapped right back into reality. He sat down, still next to Youndu.
"Babe. I-"
I walked away before he could apologize. I walked into the Captains quaters, and sat on he bed. Tears rushed down my face, making the fir blanket wet. I put my hands on my face, letting myself sob. I could hear the door open again. I quickly wiped away my tears, hoping no one would see. I looked up to see who came in. It was Peter.
"Go away." I mumbled.
"Kesmet, I am sorry. I was caught up in the moment, I didn't want to take the blame." He looked down at the floor, then back up to me. Before I could say anything else, he pressed his lips to mine. We fell to the bed, embracing each other. He pulled me into a tight hug.
"Can you forgive me?" He whimpered. I nodded. He pulled me close to him, and pressed his lips to mine. Tears ran down his face, and fell to the pillow. My heart and body melted. He was back, and I was never going to et him go.
"Can you forgive me?" I asked.
"I already have." He said. He connected his lips with mine again, softly breathing. After a little while, we where just hugging each other.
"Hey, um, I need to tell you something." He said, resting his chin on my head. "Youndu told me to tell you something." His voice was soft, and I could tell he was trying to hide how sad he was.
"He told me that you where like a daughter to him, and he's sorry about ruining our childhood." I coud near him sniffling, and I could feel him tremble. "He loves you." He said. I could hear him quietly sob, and I looked up. His face was wet, and his eyes where shut. Tears ran down his face, and sobs escaped his mouth. He let go of me, putting his hands to his face. His sobs became louder, and his tears where more abundant. I lied back down bringing him close.
"Everything is okay." I said. But I couldn't stop myself from crying. Everything was not okay. We sat there, sobbing together.
I held him closely, not willing to let go.
"This is all my fault." I whimered.
"No it's not!" Peter retorted, wiping away tears. I hugged him a little tighter.
"If I wouldn't have convinced you to come, Youndu woud be alive."
He was silent for a moment.
"But I would've never learned the truth...about everything."
I had nothing to say. I was still angry with myself for telling Peter to come, and convincing him it would be fun.