A Broken Web

In the Present....

With watery eyes, Peter tells me the story. He welcomes me into his arms, and watches as I wipe the tears from my cheeks. "And It's true, by the way." I say. "What?" Peter asks softly.

"I do love you too much to leave you."

*

Slowly, but steadily, I start to recover. My mind has stated intact (thank god, I wouldn't have wanted to revise all that science again!) and Peter has watched my every move. Most days, we sit together in our room, and just talk, like an old married couple. My back is starting to feel better, and I can walk quite steadily now. The doctor thinks I should get out in about two weeks. Peter of course, was due to go out ages ago, but the Doctor made an exception due to what we had been through. He said that the hospital was not very busy, but if someone desperately needed it, then he would have to go.

Right now, Peter is trying to convince me to take my make-up off. My Mum finally brought it in, so I have basically been plastered in it. I walk over to Peter, and say "Listen Bug Boy." Poking his chest with my index finger. "I don't see you taking off that mask of yours when you're out in public!" He stares at me, as we start to laugh. He stands up to face me, and says "But we aren't out in public!! No one is gonna see you except me!" I look at him fiercely. "You. You.... You're right." I walk into the bathroom, and wash my makeup off. I come back in, and Peter grabs me by the waist and pulls me in close to him. I burry my head in his chest, and say into it "Im not going to let you see me like this." Peter starts to laugh. "Oh Yeah?" He pushes my chin up with his hand, so that we are gazing into each other's eyes. One thing I love amount Peter is his eyes. His beautiful deep brown eyes. I am to focused on his eyes to notice out lips meet into a kiss.