Sorry, didn't mean to text you.

Ending/sad...

This chapter could be VERY triggering for some people. Please be careful and read with caution.

3rd Person POV-

It had been almost 3 months since he got home. Everything was going great. People were starting to move on and get their lives back to normal. Except Peter. I mean sure, his life had gone back to normal, but it wasn't his choice. In his opinion, everything was moving to fast.

He felt stressed all the time. Most nights he laid awake, afraid to fall asleep because of the nightmares that plagued. He could ask for help, but who would he go to? His dad was busy being Iron Man, him mom was at a press conference, and his boyfriend was on vacation. He felt alone. Maybe he could go to other people...

No. He didn't want to bother them. They had their own issues.

So here he stood. On the roof. At the edge. Looking down.

Is it worth it? Should I? People would be better off. I'm just annoying. They are going to abandon me again. Hydra will get to me. I can't go back.

He cried harder than he had in several months.  Sobs shaking his entire body. Silently begging for help from anyone. He felt hopeless. Numb.

One last attempt to save himself, he pulled out his phone. Clicking on his dad's contact he send a quick text. "Can we talk?" He waited 13 minutes for a response. "Peter, I'm busy." His hopes crashed. "Sorry, didn't mean to text you." The text that started it all, ended it all.

A week later... Wade's POV-

I stood in the back. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want anyone to see me. My puffy eyes. My red cheeks. My messy hair and scarred face.

I felt like a mess. Why did he have to leave me? Why couldn't he just stay? I thought we were happy. I though he was happy. He hid it too well.

Silent tears were tracking down my face. I could hear someone speaking in the distance, but I couldn't focus on them. I just kept reading his note to me. Over and over again. I wanted to understand. I wanted to remember every word. The note was short, but written well enough.

'Dear Wade,

I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it anymore. Trust me when I tell you, it wasn't your fault. You made me feel happy, even when I didn't think emotions applied to me. I'm just tired. I need to do this.

I'll be with my parents again. And my aunt. And my uncle. I'll be with everyone I've ever lost.

Just remember that I love you. I love you with everything inside of me, and I'm truly sorry.

Stay strong.

-Peter'

More tears dropped onto the paper and smudged the handwriting I had spent hours burning into my head. At this point, I couldn't tell which marks came from my tears or which ones came with the paper. The thought of Peter crying alone in his room writing this shattered my already broken heart.

I sunk to my knees. I'm not strong enough to go on with out Peter, but I have no other choice.