𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 || 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

One Shot.

Healed.

Here I am, sitting on my couch, a tub of Ice Cream on my lap. The memories of him fighting over which flavour to buy crossed my mind and another tear rolled down my cheek.

We had never fought like this. I was pretty sure I wanted to take back everything I said, it was hurtful and only filled with anger and jealousy.

I knew he hasn't done anything, he wouldn't even think of it, but I was so angry and jealous over what Liz said to me that I had took it out on him.

I grabbed another spoonful of Ice Cream and stuffed my face, silent tears streaming down my face. He looked so hurt, it made me feel disgusted by myself.

I know he had a reason to keep that thing from me, but I felt hurt and angry that he didn't trust me enough to tell something so important.

Anyhow, it turned out to be my fault completely. He didn't tell me what it was and it only made me more angry that I had told him off.

I didn't give him a chance to explain and left him on the street, standing in the pouring rain and calling my name to get back to him. I could see the number of texts he had sent me, the voicemails and missed calls, but it hurt even more when they had stopped coming a few days later.

It was my fault he was hurt so much and I cannot forgive myself. He only helped me get through everything and I gave him nothing but pain in return. I know I don't deserve him, he'd have done so much better but he chose me and I let everything we had, go in drain.

It was still raining hard outside and I was just staring at the door hopelessly. I know he won't come, but keeping the smallest hope gives me enough reason to live.

I hope he barges through that door and forgives me, I hope he knows I'm too ashamed to show up myself. All I can do is wait for him, even though he doesn't know that I am waiting and I will always wait.

I was way beyond moving on, and I'm devastated. I pushed aside the Ice Cream tub and grabbed my jacket, hoping a walk can do me some good. It was still raining hard but that didn't stop me from stepping out of my apartment.

The cold droplets hitting my face, a piercing feeling on my skin, and I felt I was being punished for what I did. Within seconds, I was soaking head to toe, but I kept walking. I passed the shop me and him used to go every weekends to get some snacks for the movie night, curled up against each other and talked for hours until we fell asleep.

Warm tears made their way down my cheek and I couldn't even tell if I was crying or it was rain pouring down my face. Everything reminded me of him. The sidewalk, the way used to walk hand in hand and he'd catch me everytime if I stumbled over nothing.

The way he'd laugh at how clumsy I was and the small cute wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled. The bright smile and the curly brown hair, hung over his forehead that I was used to push away even though he looked good with them messy.

My heart clenched as I reached the street we fought, I couldn't stand there, my body trembled due to the cold and memories flooded back.

" Y/n, please! " He begged, his eyes were filled with tears and he was trying to get a hold of me. I took a step back and looked up.

" I just feel like you don't trust me. There's something you told Liz but not me. Why is that, Peter? " I ask, a choked sob escaping my lips. The rain made it hard to see but I could see the hurt clear in his eyes and his expressions.

" I didn't tell her anything. She found it out and I'm sorry, I can't tell you but please, don't-"

" I'm sorry, Peter. Looks like you should find someone you trust. " I couldn't meet his eyes anymore as the words rolled off my tongue and I looked at my interesting shoes.