Dear Diary...

Part 10.

"What are you doing here..." Peter's voice cracked. "I didn't want to be held hostage Pete," Y/n spoke. She had dirt and marks all over. "Shh..." Peter looked around frantically. Making sure no one was listening to their conversation. "What the hell did he do to you?" Peter whispered. He was pissed off. Glad that the guy was in custody. He hurt this girl...the girl he loves. But why does Peter care? She hurt him first. "I'm fi-" She cut herself off. "I don't want to talk about it, not here," She whispered back. She dusted off a few bits of dirt. "You should go, they're going to question me..." She muttered. "When can I see you again?" Peter asked desperately...waiting for an answer. "Meet me at the roof, I'll be there," Peter nodded. Zipping away. "What am I doing? She broke my heart but I'm going back to her. Dammit. How dumb am I. She's going to just rip my heart out again. But I still love her. I still care about her safety...her health. Dammit. Why. She hurt me. She took what I tried to give her and she threw it away...

-Two Hours Later-

Peter waited quietly on the roof. Masked in case anyone unwanted showed up. "Hey-" Y/n said walking towards Peter. Peter was sitting at the edge. Dangling his feet at the peak of the roof. Overlooking the roads below. "Hey, I didn't think you were going to show up," "Peter I live here," Y/n chuckled. "So what happened?" Peter said sternly. He didn't want to let anything happen this time...not after... "Well I was out with my friends, and then that guy decided to shoot a bunch of cops, he took me and those other two old guys as a "bait" to get more cops there," "Ok, why were you covered in dirt...and cut up holy shit Y/n," Peter took her arm, looking closely at all the dried bloody wounds that covered her skin. "It's nothing...I-I just tried to fight back," "Y/n...this..." She took her arm away from him. "I'm ok I promise," She said holding her own wrist. The two were quiet for a while. The sun drooped in the sky, the light dimming. Allowing the cities bright lights to shine even brighter. "Listen...Peter I-" "You broke my heart and didn't talk to me for months Y/n," She opened her mouth only to close it again. "I-I made the wrong choice," "I was hurt Y/n..." "Just hear me out!" she shouted. Peter took off the mask. "Look, I made a mistake, I chose to have a social life over having my soul mate and I was so wrong. I know that now," "You should've said that earlier," "What?" "Why didn't you say anything instead of staying so distant," "Because you avoided me," "I love you Y/n...You ripped my heart out and shattered it to millions of pieces. You just expect me to forgive you?" Peter shouted getting up from the edge. "I never said you had to...I just wanted you to know..." "Know what" Y/n got up and followed Peter. She took his hand. "I do want to be with you Peter Parker, you only you. I don't want any of Flash's jerk friends or any other guy out there in the world," Peter pulled his hand away. "How do I know you're telling me the truth right now..." "Because why would I have any reason to lie to you," She said with tears in her eyes. "Well what you told me the first time broke me down...I have no reason to believe you," "Peter..." He walked back to the edge of the roof. Like he was about to leave. Tears rolled down Y/n's cheeks. Her face flushed...embarrassed. Peter turned to look back at her. His heart broke seeing her so upset. He stepped towards Y/n. She looked up to him. The tears falling down her cheeks. "I want to believe you...I really do...I love you so much, words can't explain it.." Peter started. He wiped a few tears off her cheeks. "But I don't know if I can believe you. You broke me down once already," "Peter I was an asshole, I can't believe I said those things to you, I would give anything in the world to go back and take every single word back. I hate myself for saying those things," "Then why did you say them?" "I-I was in over my head," "Then say it," "What?" "Say it..." "Say what, that I care about you. That I was afraid the gunman was going to kill you. That I was almost killed for not giving away who you were...Or that I love you back? I don't know which one you want to hear," "Wait wait wait, what?" "What?" "You were almost killed...because you wouldn't give away who I was," "Yeah that's what I just said," "So that's why you're all cut up," she gulped before speaking again. "Yeah," she said looking down at her arm. "Are you going to be ok?" She asked. "You're asking about me?" "Yeah...you said I broke your heart, and you don't sound too happy with me," she smiled through her pain. "Y/n I-I don't know how I feel..." She wiped a few tears away. Then looked up at Peter. "You don't need to love me the way I love you, I get your mad at me...but I will always be here," "I know...I do love you. I just need...I just need time," He pulled the mask halfway over his head. "Be careful okay?" "I will do my best," Y/n smiled. She tugged the rest of his mask down. Peter swung away, letting her be. He needs time. Time to think, time to rethink about what she said. Summer break is a great time for that. What will he choose?