*this video gives me depression also it contains spoilers for ffh and endgame. If you haven't seen Spider-Man far from home and endgame. Please do not watch it. *
It's been five years.

Five years that aged my siblings. Five years that aged my parents. Five years.

In a blink of an eye.

The blip changed our lives forever. However, we move on. We put a smile on our faces because it's better than being gone for forever without a trace.

The Avengers did this. Peter along with them. My peter.

"Y/N!" I hear from behind me in the streets of New York. People passing and pushing my back to get through.

I look through unfamiliar faces blurring together to see Peter waving at me.

"Peter!" I scream and try to navigate my way towards him. When I finally reach him and I feel his soft but calloused hand hold mine. He drags me into a coffee shop that I don't catch the name of.

"I missed you so much! I mean it was only a couple hours after you left the bus but apparently it's years now. Its so crazy Pete but I'm so glad you're back with me-"

"I'm breaking up with you."

I feel as though a concrete building is being crushed down upon my chest. As if the floor has been taken out from underneath my feet. I sit down in a booth behind me and Peter enters into the seat across from me.

All I can do is stare in shock till I find my words.

"What?"

"Y/n-"

"No. Listen to me, Peter. We have each other back. Sure, the world is messy now. Our lives are messy. Nothing is the same but we can get through this together."

"Y/n are you even listening? There is no together."

I suck in a deep breath to steady myself at his words. His face looks pale and pained at the words coming out of his mouth. His wounds on his right eyebrow and bottom lip still healing. Along with a black bruise defining his left cheekbone.

"Why?"

"Because, it's too dangerous."

"Peter, I promise whatever you're thinking will happen-"

"Thinking? How about knowing? Everyone who gets close to me dies, y/n. I can't have that happen to you. I can't lose you. So I have to let you go." He painfully whispers to me looking at the beige table that we suddenly sat down together in. I realize I'm clenching the black leather seat.

"Please, Peter dont." I say suddenly betraying tears leak out of the corners of my (y/e/c) eyes, taunting me.

"Do you know how hard this is for me?" He says his voice cracking. It's sounds sore from crying or screaming. "I saw Tony die. (Y/n). The man who became a father in my eyes. A guide. A friend. He died like Ben, like dad and mom did. I can't l-lose anymore people. I just can't."

"Peter, please."

"Goodbye (y/n), I'll see you on the trip."

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tHe bLiP LMAOO
I really tried with this chapter lmao. Also ffh was amazing. I want to see it again.
Byeeeeeeeee ✌🏻