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High Hopes [P.P]

Summary: “... It takes me back to when we started.”

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Genre: I won’t tell you

A/N: This is small because it’s just a little thought I had before going to bed.

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Peter clapped his pen on his notebook frenetically while his eyes kept fixated on the clock, waiting for the moment that it would ring and free him from that Chemistry lesson that was killing every cell in his body slowly. Deep breathing, the boy felt a touch on his shoulder and looked behind him, finding Ned with a smile plastered on his face.

“You look nervous” he said as Peter bit his lower lip and smiled back.

“I am” said the brown-haired boy, licking his lips and looking down a bit. 

“Today is the day?” Asked the friend, quite curious about it and Peter just nodded slowly, looking back at the guy and smiling once more. “Good luck.”

The boy just nodded again and the bell went off, all students leaving their desks as if they were all praying for that lesson to end just as him. Peter walked down the hallways and rushed to his locker, putting his combination quickly and putting some of his books inside.

His traveled to the lock door and to the pictures he hung there, eyes tracing the lines of your face and remembering the moment Ned took that photo; you two were sitting on the couch after a big Christmas meal, wearing matching Santa’s hats and leaning on each others shoulders. The memory bring him a small smile to his face. Focus.

Peter closed the locker and stumbled across the hallway, trying to find the nearest exist, bumping on a few students that ignored him along the way, but he didn’t mind; today is the day. 

“Parker!” He heard a voice calling for him and noticed that he had just bumped on Michelle, and she stood there, holding a notebook and staring at him with a smile that suited her — even more because she didn’t used to smile a lot. “Why are you in such a rush? Not that I care.”

He smiled at her and adjusted his sweater, nervous fingers finding their way into the pockets. With only his gaze, she understood what he was trying to say and let out a small ‘oh’.

“Is today the day?”

Peter twitched his mouth and nodded, looking down for a bit. The girl only crossed her eyes and smiled for a second, meaning a lot to him already.

The boy decided to go to his apartment to grab the bouquet that he asked for May to buy — white roses — and some money to the subway. When he walked through the door, his aunt appeared from her room and gave him a welcoming smile.

“Are you going already?” She asked and the boy just nodded again. Of course! Today is the day! “Do you want a ride?”

“I’ll take the subway” he smiled and the woman nodded, giving him a kiss on his forehead before letting him go.

Peter stared through the windows of the subway, watching as some flashing lights came and went quickly, just like your presence, he reminded himself. His eyes were glowing as he tried to calm down all the nervousness inside his body, inhaling and exhaling as deep as he could.

He stepped outside when the compartment stopped moving and rushed to the stairs, finding himself already on that big park, under those giant trees that kept him company on that cloudy day — it could be sunny, but nothing mattered. Today is the day! — The boy walked around a bit, knowing every step on the grass by heart, and then he found the same old bench that he always sat on.

Sometimes he would bring books to pass his time, sometimes he would just listen to some of the songs you recommended to him and think about you and your touch. Sometimes he would just sit there, quietly and let his emotions take over him. But today was different; today he had white roses and a nice smile on his face.

His eyes focused on the writing on that cement surface, analyzing each word as he did every time.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Beloved daughter and friend. 2001-2017″

And then, his eyes started to get blurry again, so he stood up and crouched down in front of your grave, putting the white roses in front of it and one of his hand on top of the cement surface, deep sighing. 

The guilty feeling inside his chest deepened as he looked at your name, reminding of those days when you were by his side, his partner in crime, alive. And the dark side of his mind brought him back to the day you’ve died, the memory from one year ago still haunting him clear and certain.

But he had to keep moving, because that’s what you’d have wanted. Because today was the day, but tomorrow would be there.

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