His heart was pounding, almost painfully. Part of that agitation was because of you, but most of it was because of the decision he was about to make, a decision that would change everything. The shadows of the night enveloped him, making him feel even more alone as he hurried toward the inevitable.

“Don’t do it, Peter...” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. You had run after him, your breathing labored and your gaze full of concern. You stood in front of him, trying to stop him before he crossed that line.

Peter spun around, his eyes widening in surprise. He hadn’t expected to see you there. The trembling in his hands grew worse as he tried to find words, any excuse to justify what he was about to do.

“But... I won’t be strong enough if I’m on the other side.” The words came out haltingly, laden with insecurity. He knew that if he crossed that line, there would be no going back. But he also believed that if he didn’t, his fear, his weakness, would crush him. Or so he thought.

“Are you going to stand against me?” You asked, your eyes locked on his, searching for something to hold onto, some sign that there was still a part of Peter that hadn’t been lost to his fears. You hoped that the feelings he had for you, those he had never fully been able to hide, would be enough to stop him. Maybe, for once, you could be his reason to stay.

Peter remained silent. The weight of the decision was overwhelming, and the words he needed to say seemed out of reach. Slowly, his shoulders sagged, the rigid and tense posture he held collapsed, and without saying a word, he took a step toward you. It was then that, in a gesture of surrender, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding onto you as if you were his last anchor in a sea of chaos.