HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? || P.P

T W E N T Y F I V E ;

Peter gazed into your eyes, smiling slightly, you looked back into his, they were red and glassy but relieved. "I love you, Peter. I love you so much, I'm sorry," you whimpered, barely able to keep yourself together.

"I love you, Y/N. Don't be sorry, I'm sorry," Peter gently whispered back, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"I don't know how I'm gonna live with myself, Peter," you sobbed, shaking like it was the coldest winters day you'd ever endured. "It's okay, you had to, there's no other way," he assured you.

You raised the gun, quivering as it hovered over Peter's chest. He still held your hand. "I love you," he whispered, his voice cracking,

"I love you too, Peter!" You cried now, unable to even control your breathing. You fired. The sound was deafening. Peter flew backwards and landed face up on the pavement. His chest bled rapidly, pooling blood around him. You fell to your knees, screaming at the top of your lungs. Screaming like the world had just ended, well to you, it had.

As Peter's chest no longer rose and fell with breath and his chest didn't bleed so much anymore, the fire around you died too. The shadow monsters fell, disintegrating on the ground. You laid your head on Peter's chest, still screaming, tears burning as they fell. As everyone around you rejoiced as the sky cleared, revealing the sky you continued to feel like you were in hell. You thought you'd never stop screaming. The carnage around you was insane, cars upturned and bodies sprawled everywhere. You were covered in Peter's blood, you didn't care. It didn't matter, you just needed to be close to him, even if he was dead.