Robbie Kay Imagines

Imagine #37

His fingertips grazed her skin as gently as humanly possible. She didn't say a word and just closed her eyes. He started at her knuckles and lazily traced his finger up her arm until he reached her shoulder. He noticed the goosebumps that replaced the smooth area of skin he had just touched. He giggled and kissed her arm gently. Her eyes opened widely as they did when he made any sort of initmate gesture. When she looked at him he only shrugged giggling. He went back to examining her. Peter didn't understand what about her was so fascinating but he was intrigued with her in every single way possible. It wasn't only in a romantic way as so many would believe his behavior would suggest. He loved her as he would a girlfriend but also as a bestfriend. "Peter.. I can't.." She whispered almost breathlessly. She was just as surprised as he was that the words came out of her mouth. Small, hot tears began spilling from her eyes. She hadn't even looked in his eyes to see the familiar tears that possessed his gaze as well. He knew eventually it would come to this but, a day that only yesterday seemed so far away had crept up on him. "Are you sure you have to leave?" He asked. It was phrased as a question but his tone turned it into a plea."Tell me you won't (Y/N), tell me you never will." Peter babbled. He tried to hold onto any false hope that the two of them could be together. "Peter.." She breathed. She placed both palms of her hands on the sides of his face and lifted his head to look at her. His heartbroken expression made something inside of her snap. She couldn't contain her emotions. She tried all she could but she couldn't hold back any longer. She brought her lips to his in a goodbye kiss. But this couldn't truly be goodbye.. could it? It only lasted a short period of time but it held so much more meaning than any other kiss the two had shared amongst eachother. It was her last night sleeping here. It was her last night with Peter. The two lay in Peter's bed. It was a small bed built for a boy and left hardly any room. Peter was on the very edge of the bed and (Y/N) was curled up into his chest. The two balanced eachother out so neither would fall. That night Peter cried silent tears. For in the morning the love of his life would be gone.. and he would return to the loneliness that came with being a lost boy.

|| I'm reading Tiger lily right now and it's absolutely amazing. I'm almost done with it. It's so cute and it makes me cry and I'm full of emotion from it.