( trigger warning: suicide, depression, and abuse.)

- 3rd person pov:

deadpool opened his eyes as the summer sun peered into his small apartment. his groans filled the silent air around him and he stretched, a yawn escaping his mouth.

he checked his phone and froze. he stared at his lock screen. he hadn't changed it in a while, to say the least.

it was a selfie of him and spidey. they both looked so happy. they were sitting on a bench and the background of the selfie were just trees and hills.

what a beautiful day that was.. deadpool thought to himself.

he unplugged his phone from its charger and held it close to his chest. a tear slipped down his cheek, his breath shaking. he was so heartbroken and numb still ever since they broke up. he didn't eat, he didn't work out.

he even tries to kill himself everyday by ridiculous and excruciating ways. he tried to hang himself; he tried to jump off of a 10 story building; he even tried to shoot himself in the head multiple times. but nothing succeeded.

...

peter was laying on his stomach, on his bed. he was scrolling through his phone, looking through his photo albums and deleting unnecessary pictures to clear up his storage.

he flinched as he saw a picture of him and wade. he purses his lip, holding back a river of tears. it was their first date. they were on a rooftop, their legs dangling off of the building while half of their masks were folded up as they were eating mexican food. peter had a visible half-smile on his face, while wade had a dumbfounded look as they both stared at the camera.

he sighed as he pressed 'cancel' below the delete option.

he flipped onto his back and gazed at the ceiling, his brown locks coating the silk sheets that he had. his hazel eyes pierced at the ceiling, hoping it will give him some closure on why wade fucked up so badly.

he wanted to forgive him, but his trust and confidence were completely shattered. he gave wade his all and he ended up breaking him.

and for what? a one night stand with a prostitute he found on the street? tch. what an idiot.

peter pursed his lips again at the thought of wade having sex with someone else. someone else was pleasuring what he thought was rightfully his. someone he thought loved peter and wouldn't let anyone else on him.

but he lied.

peter whimpered as he felt tears streaming down his face. his soft cry's turned into sobs.

why did he have to break me like that.
i loved him and he cheated on me.