Peter jerked upright on the bed, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes widened as he looked around desperately for something, someone, to hold onto. Hands trembling, he steadily held them to his throbbing chest, clinging to his tank-top. His breath came in short gasps, lungs tightening as his breathing faltered. He looked around him to no avail, seeing only a fuzz of blonde hair. It wasn't possible, yet there was no mistaking the blonde hair...
"G - Gwendy?" Peter panted, holding onto the person lying down next to him.
His breathing increased in speed as he held onto her, having something to ground him.
"I - I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you. I couldn't keep my promise..." Peter's voice cracked.
He burrowed his face into her hair, tears streaming down his face. His breathing halted, Peter, struggling to take short but harsh breaths of air.
He was met with warm hands wrapping around him.
"Peter..."
He recognized the voice, familiar... but not Gwen's. Peter opened his eyes, and his heart sank. Red hair, not blonde...
"Shh, It's okay, Peter..." MJ cut him off gently. "It's okay. I know... I know."
A short double-drabble (200 words). This was edited by a friend of mine, Vvallahi, who helped rewrite the ending (the original ending wasn't very good).