Peter Parker Imagines

Happy Birthday to me

WARNINGS: sad and depressed and short. IW spoilers.

Words: 311
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Peter sat down. There was nothing here. May wasn't there, Tony wasn't there, You weren't there. He was all alone. Sad and lonely. Ever since he had faded away, he couldn't seem to be happy anymore. He didn't know if he ever was going to come back to earth. He was stuck. In the soul ston with no comfort or no communication. He felt isolated and lonely.

He helt up some sand as he held it in both his hands. He looked at it, imagining it being a cupcake with a candle on it. He smiled sadly to himself and let out a huff. He thought about how his friends could be here. How his family could've celebrated with him, but they couldn't.  They weren't here. He sang softly to himself. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you," He looked at the pile of sand in his hands. "Happy birthday dear Peter," His voice began to go softer, almost into a whisper. "Happy birthday to you," His voice broke at the end as he blew the sand away and wished for him to be happy again.

Tears started falling down his rosy cheeks as he looked at his suit. He hugged himself tightly, pretending it was you. He sobbed loudly. Praying that anyone would hear, praying that anyone would hear his cries, hoping that someone could help him, but no one came. He sat there, all alone. No cake, no party and no friends to share his birthday with. He opens his eyes again and looks at his hands as he opened it to see that there's still some sand on his hands from his 'cake'. He sighs and tears are still threatening to fall. He whispers with a soft and broken voice:

"Happy birthday to me,"

A/N:

SORRY!