"Red? Or blue?" Peter switched between holding the red tie and the blue tie against his neck for Wade to see.

"Hmmm…red. It's both of our colors."

"You're right."

Peter put went back into the bedroom to put the ties away and walked back into the living room holding a small piece of paper.

"Here, read this, make sure you like what it says. I'm gonna have the invitations made today and I want to make sure they're perfect."

Save the date! You are cordially invited to witness PETER BENJAMIN PARKER and WADE WINSTON WILSON as they are joined in holy matrimony. Twentieth of November, Two Thousand Seventeen"

The day they met almost two years ago. There was no question on what day they should choose when they were figuring out the date. Both of them were far too sentimental to choose any other day. Wade smiled as he read the date, then laughed and handed the paper back to Peter.

"Pete, don't you think that's a little too formal? Why not just say 'We're getting married. Come.' I think that'll suffice."

"You really hate it?"

"Babe… cordially? Come on. At least use numbers for the date."

Peter chuckled as he leaned over and kissed his fiancé.

"Okay, you win, I'll change it. But I'm not just putting 'come.' That's far too suggestive."

Peter winked and Wade watched him walk back into the bedroom, his smile fading as Peter crossed the threshold.

Wade had been having a weird couple of months before the wedding. He was very excited, of course, but he couldn't escape the voices in his head. Peter, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. All he talked about was the wedding, what flowers they should have, what colors they should wear, whether it should be indoor or outdoor, every little detail imaginable. Wade loved how Peter would always get really into a project, wedding included. But to Wade, it all just seemed so foreign. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be choosing between roses and peonies. That night the two met, if someone had told him that two years from then he'd be a married man, he would have laughed in that person's face. He never thought he'd ever be able to find someone that would love his ugly mug, especially not someone like Peter. Peter, who was gorgeous, funny, smart, kind and so many other wonderful things. Wade didn't know what it was that made a guy like that fall for a guy like him, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. emPeter/em was the best thing to ever happen to him. He'd never had this many full hearts on his body before. He loved Peter so much.

And that's why he couldn't do it.

He couldn't marry Peter. The voices in his head kept telling him that Peter deserved better, he deserved someone prettier and happier and someone who others wouldn't call him crazy for being with. That he should just leave now so Peter could have a better life without him and without his ugly face to wake up next to every morning. Peter deserved someone who didn't have so much baggage and who wouldn't be a pain to look at. Someone that wasn't Wade.

Of course, Wade never found the right time to tell him that, because Peter seemed so happy when he talked about the wedding. Wade didn't want to break his heart by ruining everything he'd worked so hard on. Every time he mustered up the courage to say something, he'd take one look at Peter's face, smiling at him, and he'd push it to the back of his mind and smile right back.

Unfortunately for Wade, he ran out of time, and the day was here before he knew it. They'd both agreed not to see each other before the wedding, so as not to jinx anything; Wade was in his dressing room, getting his tie fixed by Peter's aunt.

"Oh, you both look so handsome in your tuxes," Aunt May told him, finishing up the tie. She put her hand on his cheek and smiled that Parker smile before leaving to go check on Peter.

Wade wished that he could see Peter right now. He wanted to see his smiling face that would melt all of Wade's doubts away. He wanted to tell Peter how beautiful he was. He wanted to tell him how much more beautiful he would look with someone else up there with him. He wanted to say he was sorry.

With Aunt May on his arm, Peter walked down the aisle, smiling at the guests as they passed. There weren't many guests, Peter and Wade both only having a small number of friends and family between them. But those who were there made it all the more special. Even Ms. Finkleman was there. As Peter got to the end of the aisle, he let go of May, letting her kiss his cheek before she sat down, and took his place at the altar. Peter took a few deep breaths as he heard the wedding march begin. The guests all stood up and faced the back, and Peter smiled, waiting for his soon-to-be-husband to come around the corner and walk down that aisle to him.

Except he didn't. The march kept playing and Peter got more and more worried by the second. He figured Wade was just late, but when the guests started whispering at the return of the third chorus, Peter knew something was wrong. Peter told the pianist to stop playing and ran down the aisle, Aunt May trailing behind him, telling the guests to "please sit back down for the time being." Peter ran inside, straight to the dressing room area and knocked on the door into Wade's room. When there was no answer, he opened the door and saw an empty room. Peter was beginning to get hysterical, when he looked down at the vanity and saw a rose with a little note that said his name. He picked them both up and read:

Peter, I hope one day you can forgive me. I'm so sorry. Please don't think it's your fault. But I can't do this. I can't stand at that altar next to you knowing full well that you could be happier with someone else. Thank you for caring about me and thank you for giving me more love and kindness than I deserve. You deserve the world, baby boy, and I don't deserve you. I love you, and I will always love you. Goodbye.

Aunt May reached the dressing room just as Peter finished reading the note. He collapsed to the floor, clutching the rose in one hand, the note in the other, re-reading it over and over, trying to change the words, trying to make them disappear, the note getting harder and harder to read as the tears filled his eyes. Aunt May bent down and held her nephew as he sobbed into her shoulder. The guests started to trickle back inside as is started to rain, the storm drowning out Peter's wails.