A few months had passed since I told Peter to leave. Sometimes I felt guilty for it but I couldn't let him hurt me again. Harper was upset with me for throwing away my chance with him but I already had my chance with him and it blew up in my face so why would I try it again?

Don't get me wrong, my life was going great but I felt like something was missing. Harper was turning 18 tomorrow so she has having a small little party with some of her friends at our apartment. I basically let Harper do what she wants unless it's illegal. I owe her that. After me and Peter split it was really hard for her. She missed Austin and her dad and even though she was 15 it still hurt her. Sometimes I thought it hurt her more than it hurt me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when my phone began to ring. I went over to the kitchen counter and looked at the caller ID and saw 'New York City Hospital' displayed across my screen. My first thought was Harper but she was with her boyfriend at his house for the night and she said they weren't going anywhere until he brought her home tomorrow morning, but plans could have changed.

I quickly answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi is this Y/n Parker?" The woman asked.

"Umm it's actually Y/l/n now but yes this is her."

"Hi Ms. Y/l/n. My name is Melissa. I'm calling to inform you that your husband and son have been in an extremely bad car accident. Your son seems to be alright but your husband is on life support. You're the emergency contact for both of them and no other name was listed."

"Alright... I'll be at the hospital in about 5 minutes. Thank you." I held back my tears as I spoke.

I hung up the phone and rushed out to my car. I sped to the hospital and ran up to the reception desk.

"Hi. How can I help you miss?" The lady spoke.

"Hi I spoke to a woman named Melissa about 5 minutes ago about my husband and son. I'm Y/n Y/l/n. Peter Parker's ex-wife. My son is Austin Parker." I replied anxiously.

"Oh hello. I'm Melissa. They are in room 421."

"Thank you." 

I ran to their room and saw Austin for the first time in years. He was around 12 now.  On the bed next to Austin was Peter. He looked lifeless. I felt so bad for how we ended things. I didn't want our last conversation to be me telling him to leave. 

When Austin saw me he smiled.

"Mom!" He exclaimed.

I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him.

"Hey kid. It's been a while..." I replied.

I felt bad for leaving him for almost 3 years without seeing him once. 

Austin and I talked for a while then he fell asleep. I slowly got up from his bed and went over to Peter's. I took his hand in mine and began to tear up. I know we weren't together but I might lose someone I love so much and I don't know if I could handle that. I would rather be cheated on or lied to a million times than lose Peter.

"Hey Peter... I know you probably can't hear me because you're in a coma and on life support but I want you to know that I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never should have told you to leave my office that day because maybe this wouldn't have happened. I don't know if you'll wake up or even survive this but I want you to know that I love you. I always have and I always will." I said, tears now streaming freely down my face.

...

Months had passed and Peter was still in a coma. Austin has moved into the apartment with Harper and I. I think Harper really loved having her little brother around. I went to the hospital everyday to see Peter. The doctors said he was getting worse everyday and he might not make it. They estimated him only having about one month left maybe less. I didn't want to lose Peter but I knew that eventually I'd have to let him go even if he wasn't in a coma and on life support.

Today when I went to the hospital something was off. The doctors that usually were with Peter were in the waiting room. Almost as if they were awaiting my arrival. I walked over to the doctor who had been monitoring Peter since the accident and he looked concerned.

"Ms. Y/l/n. I have some bad news." He said.

"Alright... what would that be Dr. Allen?" I replied nervously.

"Peter has unfortunately passed. Last night he flatlined. I'm so sorry but your ex-husband is gone." 

I almost broke into tears. I couldn't believe that he was actually gone. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted him to leave my office that day. We left on bad terms and it's all my fault.

"You may see him if you'd like. He's still in his usual room." Dr. Allen said softly.

I only nodded and went to his room. 

There he was, lying lifelessly on his hospital bed. I sat on the bed next to his which used to be Austin's and just held his hand and cried. All the months of praying and hoping he'd come back to me were down the drain. Any hope I had of him speaking to me and hugging me again was gone. All I had left was the memories. He'd only been gone for a few hours and it already felt like an eternity. I missed him so much already.

As I sat there with his hand in mine I heard a faint beeping. I didn't think anything of it. Mostly because I thought it was coming from another room but then a ton of doctors rushed into the room and checked his heart monitor that was still on. They took me out of the room and shut the door. 

What was happening?