Emotional Scars (A Peter Parker x Reader Story)

Rough Nights

You didn't sleep at all that night. After Ned left, you shut the door and broke down in tears. So many emotions were spilling out of you. Confusion, anger, and most of all sadness. The love of your life was gone. Just like that. Even though you were both only seventeen, you knew that Peter Parker was the boy that you were going to spend the rest of your life with. Or so you thought.

Also, the fact that he had never told you his biggest secret of all made you so angry. You two had made a promise at the beginning of your relationship to tell each other everything no matter what and the other wouldn't judge. You had always respected that promise, confiding everything in Peter and he would always be there to listen to you. You always trusted that he was keeping the promise as well, honesty was a big deal to you. You felt completely betrayed by him since he knew that it meant a great deal to you to always be honest. You were also confused why he never told you about being a superhero. Did he not trust you enough? Did he think you'd go and tell the world? You just didn't understand.

After getting the anger out of the way, you were only left with sadness. Even if Peter never told you about his double life, he was still the most amazing boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He was sweet, kind, funny, and caring. You thought of all the movie marathons you had together and how he would always hog the popcorn, and how you both got cuddled up on your tiny couch with a fuzzy blanket. You would almost always end up falling asleep on his chest and him dozing off with his arms protectively wrapped around you. Those were the best kind of nights.

You laid in your bed remembering all of the great memories you had shared with this boy and then realized just how incredible he was. If Ned hadn't told you about Peter's secret identity, you would have never guessed that he was Spider-Man. You usually noticed when people were acting strange, but Peter had always seemed normal to you. Odd how a secret as big as that had slipped right past you. Thinking about everything that had happened that night, you were laying still flat on your back, staring at the ceiling wondering; "Why me?"