Please Just Let Me Hold You

5:2

I reach for me, but I'm not there
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It's so lonely, but who cares.
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"What are we gonna do Peter?" She asked, mixing her concoction of canned food.

Peter shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know."

His voice was broken, his spirit had been stolen by a masked thief.

Y/n checked her phone, hoping but not expecting her text from Michelle.

'6%'

"Your phone still works?" Peter asked.

"Yeah...I guess it does." Y/n shrugged. "Maybe because there's nobody to shut it off."

Peter got and idea.

"You're a genius y/n!" He smiled racing toward his backpack.

"I am?" She asked looking for the word that triggered Peter's brilliance.

He opened his backpack dumping everything out on the floor.

She looked at every item.

Deodorant, a camera, his fatality cracked iPhone, a sweater, sneakers, a laptop, and a blue and red folder.

"How'd you even fit that in there?"

Peter opened his laptop, displaying a star wars backdrop.

He clicked into a new tab and typed extremely fast.

"Done," he stated relaxing his body.

She brought her eyebrows together, sucking on the plastic spoon while trying to comprehend what she was looking at.

"I don't get it, " she shook her head.

"it's a radio, " Peter smiled displaying his computer with his hands.

"what's the point of the radio if they can't speak to us, Peter?"

Peter noticed the tone of her voice. He couldn't tell if she was angry, confused, irritated or all three.

He frowned, "Yeah, you're right, it was pretty stupid." he reached to close his laptop.

'Good one asshole,'

"No..." she took his hand. "it's fine, it was a great idea, we can just listen to it, see what comes up, " she nodded.

Peter smiled again, noticing her hand still softly placed in his.

"Okay,"

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After many long hours, Peter and Y/n decided to share more about each other's personal life.

Peter insisted on going first, seeing as y/n had a hard time finding something to share without breaking down.

"well, what else do you want to know?" Peter asked crossing his legs.

"I saw your camera, " y/n shrugged. "got any cool pictures?"

"Yeah," He smiled grabbing his backpack.

Peter reached for the blue and red folder that'd been dumped out on the floor earlier. "These are my favorite pictures, " Peter grinned, "There isn't a single picture in here I'm not proud of,"

The first picture she picked up made her smile. "Who's this?"

"Oh-" Peter started, "My Aunt and My uncle, they were dancing in the kitchen, it was cute for a while, but they listened to the song for so long it got annoying," he finished with a laugh.

"They look happy," she smiled shuffling through more pictures.

Peter had about 20 photos maybe even 30. Y/n marveled over every picture.

She saw pictures of the city from high buildings Peter climbed, she saw pictures of him and Tony, pictures of his friend Ned, but the picture that caught her eye was a picture of herself.

She pulled it from the very bottom of the pile, her face blank without expression.

Peter's smile dropped, his mind filling with terrible thoughts.

He remembered taking the picture, he loved that picture.

"That's me." She spoke.

Her fingers grazed the picture.

She saw her past self, she looked happy, her smile big and bright, her eyes full of happiness, the picture was something extraordinary, she had never seen herself so happy.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken that-

"You said these were your favorite pictures, " she looked stared deeply at it, " you said there wasn't a single picture in here that you weren't proud of."

Peter took the picture from her flipping it over to the back before giving it back.

In red ink read the words: Peter's favorites.

"I meant it," he shrugged. "I shouldn't have taken that picture, but, you were so happy and pretty, I couldn't help myself."

Y/n grinned before bringing her lips to his cheek. She could feel Peter's warm skin against her lips, his cheek soft, like a pillow on her skin.

When she pulled herself away, she saw how Peter's cheek became a light shade of pink.

"Guess I couldn't help myself, "