Coming back || Sequel to Summer Romance

3 | Reuniting

I walked downstairs and stopped dead in my tracks halfway. It was him. He was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. My heart was beating out of my chest and I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

He looked up and his eyes widened. He set his coffee down and stood up. I couldn't do this. I wasn't ready. I walked back upstairs, shut my door, and sat on my bed. Tears built up in my eyes.

My mom still didn't know what happened between Tony and me, and I didn't blame her for inviting him over.

I heard knocking on my door. I knew it was him, so I didn't answer. I couldn't even get a word out if I tried. I covered my mouth and sobbed, trying not to make a sound. I saw the doorknob turn.

I saw him standing in my doorway. I looked down.

"Peter." His voice. His voice... "Look at me."

I looked up and he walked inside. I stood up and he brought me into an embrace. I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shhh... It's okay..." He said in a comforting voice. The same comforting voice from 3 years ago.

Once I calmed down, we sat on my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"What am I doing here? Peter, what are you doing here?" He asked concerningly.

"I-I just- M-My mom- I-"

He cut me off, "I thought I would never see you again, Peter."

I was shaking, but I was happy. To see him again just... felt warm.

"I-I thought that I would never see you again, either..." I sighed.

"I-I'm so sorry, Peter..."

"Why did you do it..." I mumbled.

"What?"

"Why did you do it?! You meant everything to me, Tony, and you knew it! You told me that you didn't love me!" At this point, I was crying again.

He sighed, "Peter, you don't understand. I did that for you."

"Oh, you did that for me?! Really?!"

"Peter, you were leaving. You didn't need me, and I knew that you wouldn't get over us unless I did that."

"Tony, I spent a year trying to contact you. I did everything in my power to hear from you again. I spent countless nights alone. I had nightmares for years. How did that help me at all?"

"I'm sorry, Peter, I am."

"No. You aren't."

He brought his arms around me again and I leaned into his touch, crying in his arms once again. I never wanted to let go. I wanted him forever. 

I heard footsteps. "Hey, Peter... Wait, are you okay?"

I looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I am. Better than ever, actually." I didn't lie. I was in his arms again.

"Um, okay. Are you hungry?"

I nodded and she walked back downstairs.

"Can we go to your house? Please?" I looked at him.

"Actually, Peter, uh, no..."

"Why not?"

"Peter, I'm married. I have a wife."

My heart dropped.