A/N: This was for a drabble challenge on Tumblr and I was feeling One Tree Hill so

Peter's following you to the back his dorm room, right on your heels. He can feel your anger radiating off of you and he can hear your heartbeat beating as if it's his own. But, he can nearly taste the saltiness of the tears that are threatening to spill as you open the door and go right to the top drawer of his dresser. And worst of all, he can feel how heartbroken you are.

"W-where you going? Why're you leaving?" Peter asks and his eyes are innocent but knowing, glossing over.

"Home." You say the word and try to keep your voice from cracking as your grab the few articles of clothing you've left for the nights you'd stay.

"Please, please don't go. I-I-I want you to say." Peter stammers, his mind running too fast for his mouth to keep up.

"No, you don't!" You snap, turning to face him. "You don't want me to stay! I can't do this anymore, Peter!"

"I promise it-"

You yell in frustration, pulling at the roots of your hair. "You say that every damn time! I try and I try and I try with you and you never give me anything in return!" Your voice cracks and your eyes start to blur.

"I'm trying!" Peter yells back, trying to defend himself. "I am, I am, y/n, I promise!"

"You're not!" Your voice cracks again as a few tears start to slip. "You won't tell me anything! I try and be there for you. You call me at all hours of the night because you had a nightmare but you never tell me why and you always leave me when I need you and you never tell me what the bruises are from and the blood on your clothes! You won't tell me anything and you don't tell me anything! Peter!" You step closer to him and his heart is breaking as he just stands there and listens to every word that comes from your mouth. "Why can't you just let me all the way in?" You scream as tears start streaming down your face.

That was it. Your voice is completely broken like it's never going to return to normal and Peter could almost hear the shattering of your heart. His heightened senses are making him feel every piece of brokenness in your words and in your heartbeat and in your tears. And he just feels the anger and resentment you have towards him always leaving when you need him the most and it is so unfair but he can't help but think he deserves the benefit of the doubt. He tries to let you in and you don't seem to notice.

"I died! I died, okay? I died!" Peter repeats it and a few tears slip from his eyes and fall down his cheeks. "I died and I-I-I don't know what t-t-to do!"

"God! Peter!" You throw your head back and your voice is drenched in pure and absolute fury. "My entire family died! Half the planet died! I'm sorry you died, Peter, I am but you never told me and I asked you and asked and asked and you brushed me off every single time!" Your voice drops back down to a sobbed whine. "How am I supposed to know you died when you won't let me in? Are you going to tell me what happened?" You ask the question but you already know the answer. You're asking to prove your point.

Peter looks to the floor and tears fall freely. His hand comes and wipes a few away while his hair covers his forehead. His shoulder shake and chest heaves. He's breaking like you are but the difference is that it's his fault. It's his fault because he doesn't know how to ask for help.

"Exactly!" You yell through a sobbed cough.

"What do you want me from?" Peter whines, looking up to you, lip quivering.

"I just need to hear you say that you need me, too." Your voice comes back down but your chin in wrinkled while your jaw is clenched, throat tightening as you try to not let out another sob.

"I-I-I do. I do, need you. You know I do." Peter cries as he cups your face, thumbs running over your tears while your eyes shut for a few seconds.

"I don't know. I don't know because you don't show it." Your cry is just above a whisper and Peter just shakes his head. "I can't do it, Peter."

"Please, please, I will-" Peter cuts himself off as you brush his hands away and move back to your bag. "I-please. I--I can try...harder." Peter swallow the large lump in his throat as his eyes turn redder with the passing seconds.

You turn around for one last question. "Do you love me?" You manage to ask it without a crack in your voice.

Peter stares at you and he wants to tell you he does. He wants to scream it from the rooftops and plaster it all across his campus and all across the entire city. But he says nothing. He can't tell you because he's terrified. He's so scared of letting anyone in, even you, that he just remains silent. He needs you like he needs oxygen but he can't say he loves you.

"Goodbye, Peter." You mutter, holding back a cry as you grab your bag and head for the door.