[ the month had been terrible before the event. he messed up one of his closest friendships from the start, had his trust broken in another newer friendship which fell to pieces, quit the side job he'd had to try to keep himself occupied, made a huge, dangerous mess. he tried to navigate it all, tried to do what's right, tried to work out the in between of his heart and his head.
after the event, peter seeks out bonnie like he always does. they'd sleep together after expending all that energy doing what they do best (she'd use her magic, he'd use his powers), and then they'd wake up and take care of each other and hang out and unwind. and it's what- what got peter through after those events. it was her.
this time he went to her room, and- and she wasn't there. all her stuff was gone, and so was she. it was like the floor had caved out from underneath him, like it turned into one big abyss that swallows him whole.
he searched. god, he searched like hell even understanding what it meant that her room was empty.
his heart breaks, shatters. did he ever get to tell her he loved her? no. stupid words held back by an abandoned kid too afraid to let them out. and now it's too late. and eventually, there's nowhere left to search. no one left to ask.
he holds up in his room, trying to throw himself into making those improvements on his web shooter (and notes on how the hell this place works and what they've learned and questions), but he keeps fucking it up which means stacks of broken equipment and crumpled up papers from notes made and rewritten.
the sound of the knock surprises him, and he moves to the door, opening it and then sucking in a breath at the sight of elena there. ]
open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close
after the event, peter seeks out bonnie like he always does. they'd sleep together after expending all that energy doing what they do best (she'd use her magic, he'd use his powers), and then they'd wake up and take care of each other and hang out and unwind. and it's what- what got peter through after those events. it was her.
this time he went to her room, and- and she wasn't there. all her stuff was gone, and so was she. it was like the floor had caved out from underneath him, like it turned into one big abyss that swallows him whole.
he searched. god, he searched like hell even understanding what it meant that her room was empty.
his heart breaks, shatters. did he ever get to tell her he loved her? no. stupid words held back by an abandoned kid too afraid to let them out. and now it's too late. and eventually, there's nowhere left to search. no one left to ask.
he holds up in his room, trying to throw himself into making those improvements on his web shooter (and notes on how the hell this place works and what they've learned and questions), but he keeps fucking it up which means stacks of broken equipment and crumpled up papers from notes made and rewritten.
the sound of the knock surprises him, and he moves to the door, opening it and then sucking in a breath at the sight of elena there. ]
...Elena, hey.