Promise? (Peter Parker x Reader)
(It took me so long to find this gif, and tbh it really hurts my heart, ouch. Also got super carried away with this I am so sorry. I am also sorry for how sad this one was.)
Requested: No, just me being evil, and sad, again.
Warnings: SUPER ANGST PLEASE BE CAREFUL, SAD, DEATH, MENTION OF GOD, DEAD BODY, CHURCH, CURSING. (if there are any other warnings please let me know.)
Word Count: 2,613 (like I said I got super carried away.)
You stared at your reflection, looking at your tired, bloodshot eyes. It had been a week, and it felt like it had been a couple hours ago. You could barely stand on your own two feet, you placed both of your hands, on the counter, you faced down and began to cry. Hard. You even let out a yell. How? How could this happen? How could he be here and then gone? How could you be standing here in a black dress, going to see him one last time? How? And Why? Why Peter?
You hit your hand on the counter, screaming, letting out another cry. You put your back up against the wall, sliding down, pulling your knees up.
And you replayed it all in your head.