Y/N and Goth Peter

Is It Too Late To Say Sorry

Peter had brought me back to his place and fixed my ankle. He helped pick the sticks and leaves out of my hair and showered me.
I laid in his bed with him. He held me soft and close.
"I love you, darling. I would never hurt you on purpose."
"I love you too, Peter."
He brushed the bruises on me.
...never hurt you on purpose...
I pulled away from his touch.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I'm scared of you."
He hesitated. "What?"
"I'm scared of you, Peter. I'm scared for my friends. I'm scared for myself. I'm scared, but I love you and can't leave."
"I just want you all to myself, Y/N."
"You do have me all to yourself. I don't belong to anyone else. I don't want TK, but I also don't want him dead."
He looked softly at me. "Don't worry, love. I won't do anything unless I have to." He ran his fingers through my hair.
"Peter... I feel like we should take a break."
"A break?"
"Just... not be around each other for a while."
He went quiet. Peter stared blankly at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"No, I understand. We can. Just a short one."
I was hurt but at the same time relieved. "Thank you." I kissed his cheek.
"Sshh. Rest."