Peter Parker Cries Novels & Stories

A low sob escaped from the back of my throat. "I said stop crying." Jason jerked his eyes open, pushed the plate onto the floor, smashing it and spilling the pasta onto the floor. I staggered back away from him, frightened seeing his new avatar. "Stop it. This is no way to talk." Peter stood from his seat and raised his voice at Jason.

He watched me cry and mourn my father's death, while being a messenger of the Alvarez's? I can't help but cry, warm tears started flowing through my cheeks. I felt dizzy, and I can't bear the ferocity of what he has done. It was a helpless thing, he is my close best friend and my guardian angel at all times. Peter didn't stop crying. He just cried, down on his knees, and begging me. "Viviana, I don't like what I did to have money... I'm sorry..." he continued crying and reached for my hand. I can't feel my hand, it seems that I don't have any tears that I could cry.

"Please open the door. I need to talk to you." There was a few seconds of tense silence, before I heard the clicking of the lock. The door opened a crack, just enough for Peter to peer out, but I pushed into the office. His eyes were red and swollen, like he’d been crying. "Were you crying?" I asked slowly. He looked away, "Something got in my eyes." He sniffled. Bullshit! I can’t believe he actually cried. I bit down on my jaw, trying to control the frustration. "Can I… can I hug you?"

tears was already pouring down my eyes. I didn't hear a word from him but I felt a grip at my Waste from Parker he turned me to face him. "With what you are doing now,, I can't think straight." He whispered into my face. Wait Parker is holding me now and he is staring into my eyes. "Wait are you crying??" "I can't stand it" I cried and surprisingly Parker held my face "I can't as well stand seeing a lady's tears, I'm allergic to it, you owe me an apology for getting me into this mess and you still have the heart to tear up before me??" He used his thumb to wipe off my tears.

He felt Peter was trying to hide something from him. “But why were you crying then? You should be happy if everything is okay right?” Landon asked in a more shaky tone and Peter found his eyes watering again. “I am not crying because of Kimberly Landon. Kimberly would be fine, I promise you that. I am just thinking about my life and I didn’t realize I was shedding tears already.” Peter explained and Landon breathed out looking into the ward. He saw Kimberly laying on the bed and her eyes were shut. She had all those stuff he had on his face on her face too.

And I am so fucked up right now. I am really fucked up. "Why are you crying? Are you hurt or something? Did I make you cry?" I immediately shook my head at Peter. I didn't realize my tears were falling. "Just remember the sad movie I have watched," I lied. I don't have time to watch movies and I am not really fond of them.

I burst into tears again, my eyes were aching already and so were my sides but I was helpless against the grief burning in my chest. Peter looked really worried and he asked several times if he should stop on the way, or if I needed a hug, and kept his hand on my laps the whole time. I couldn't help but wonder what his game was. How could he be so nice to someone he just met? Someone he found crying beside a dead girl? He just believed everything I said. What if I killed her? But it wasn't the time to ask questions. We finally got to Patty's house and Peter pulled into the garage.

“He has done bad things that could hurt us, and now he needs to face the consequences!” “You don't know anything! I love him!” Peter replied, and his voice was now full of tears. The sound made my heart hurt even more. “I love him too, but that doesn’t change what he did!” I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Peter, I just want you to be safe. We cannot ignore what happened.” The door slowly opened, and Peter was there, his eyes full of tears. He looked so small, so vulnerable. “You don't understand,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He is my father. I can’t just forget about it.”

“I’m so sorry Kelsey. I’m sorry that I dragged you into all this mess. It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have asked you to participate in the Luna games, I shouldn’t have asked you to do your best, I shouldn’t have dragged you into my world knowing fully well how dangerous it can be. I should have protected you better, maybe this would not have happened.” He wiped his tears with his sleeve and remove strands of hair from her face. He held on to her hand, he could never get used go how soft they are. He feels a sense of Déjà vu as he caresses her hand. Peter came back with two cups of coffee in both hands. He could really use it, not that it would help him stay awake, caffeine never really worke

He placed those items down, then choked, "I've told you everything. Please don't look for me again. I wish to live a quiet and peaceful life." The screen dimmed, instead reflecting my teary eyes. I looked toward Peter. With a bitter smile, I said, "This was the 'accident' you talked about." His lower lip quivered. As if he just had a revelation, he shook his head. He took a few steps back and slumped to the floor. Then, he grabbed the trash can and threw up in it. Selena had received the news quickly and barged in at this moment. While holding onto Peter in a caring manner to support him, she asked, "What's wrong, Peter?"