self-destruct || peter parker
Request: “17, 20, 28, 39 with Peter Parker :D” from THIS prompt list
17: “I’m not alright! Okay? Are you satisfied? I’m not alright.”
20: “The problem is I don’t think I can stop thinking about you.”
28: “Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”
39: “You saved me from myself.”
Your legs swing over the side of your window, the balcony beneath your feet. It’s dark and cold, the shiver down your spine nothing if not expected. You pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt down to cover your hands.
“You shouldn’t really be out here in the cold, should you?”
You scoff at the familiar voice, not trying to hide the bitterness in your tone. You don’t look at him, you can’t.