Played the wrong card || Letter to Greta
Formality was out the question for Peter as he brought the quill down to the torn, abused parchment paper, no care for how the letter would appear once it reached it’s destination. His feelings had been bottled up for quite sometime, the reality of what exactly Greta had been doing to him the whole of their relationship finally coming to light as the rumours he always passed off were clearly marked as more of truth then anything else.
When they had met she had seemed to be a wonderful girl, perfect even but in his mind now she was far from that, the girl he had met having morphed into that of a hideous creature who seemed to be no different from the majority of the other girls within the walls of the castle. Selfish. Selfish, shallow beings that he found himself not being able to relate with in the slightest.
It was a pity really that she picked him to prey on, she could have fooled someone else for much longer then he.
The quill danced across the paper as he finished his letter, eyes staring back at the black ink as it stood out boldly on the browny yellow parchment.
”Dear Greta,
After having spent several weeks avoiding your presence which I apologize for … I find that my excuses are running thin and I can’t hold off any longer with the words I have been needing to say so here they are.
I know I said I forgave you the first time you cheated and I did or at least I tried my best too, I knew all about what happened and how it was a one time thing or so I believed it to be but then the rumours of you continuing to cheat but with more then simply one other became to much and too frequent for me to ignore.
I decided to look into it as much as I could manage and sure enough they were true or at least some of the rumours were, I don’t necessarily know if they all are but it doesn’t matter now because I realized after taking so much time away from you that you were playing me for a fool the whole time. Why? I am not sure but I met you and quickly after we became a couple you started to change into someone that to this day is not recognizable from the girl I met and believed was so completely unique and different from others but sadly I was wrong and I will admit blinded at times which was my own fault, I know.
That is all different now and we are completely through, I wish you the best and I know you will be happy with your other blokes. I don’t wish anything bad on you, I am not going to hold a grudge towards you either I just want you to be happy, know what you have done and hopefully not repeat your actions and hurt others.
Peter. “
Will you even be alright? | Peter
Greta watched him as he seemed to be thinking about something. The way he got lost in his thoughts intrigued her. They could be having a serious conversation one minute, then the next he’d be off in his mind. It was one of the many things she loved about him. Loved. Ya, she loved him. Greta just recently came to the conclusion. She still didn’t know what love feels like exactly. And maybe it just has a different feel and effect on all people. Stroking his cheek with her thumb, she smiled. He came back from his thoughts and looked at her. Their eyes bore into each other’s. His deep eyes could make her heart melt right there. The way the shined in the sun, and twinkled under the stars was amazing to her. Her smiled turned into a grin as he said he missed her too. Those were the words she loved to hear. It made her feel as if she was needed around by him. All she wanted was to be needed by someone; to feel important and not worthless like her family and many others made her out to be. “I don’t care how long I have to wait. As long as I have my Pete back.” Greta’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the three little words any little girl had ever dreamed of hearing fall from his mouth so beautifully. She glanced down for a second, then back into his dark eyes. “I love you too, Pete.” Greta placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
Any silence between them was only filled up by loving exchanges of glances, their eyes burning into each other’s like they were only truly seeing each other for the first time and maybe they were, maybe this was what it was like to be in love and truly see someone for who they were. It was a magnificent feeling, one you could never fully describe to someone who didn’t understand love and even then would they understand or would they only know how great it felt when they were with their partner? It was different for everyone, he was sure but none the less staring back into Greta’s brilliant eyes, the twinkle he seemed to find that somehow seemed as if it were only there for him was just simply mesmerizing, nothing more needed to be said.
The smile on Peter’s face grew as he heard those words, confirmation that she could and would actually be willing to wait for him, she would be patient and not push him or leave him over the simple matter of sex. Her lips were against him in mere seconds,the delicate and gentle feel of her lips washing away any worries or doubts he had about their previous relationship or their soon to be renewed one. Peter leaned in a bit, pressing his lips back against her own gently, staying there in that moment for a few tender seconds before he pulled back, smile large across his face. “So does this mean we are…” he blushed, a small innocent giggle passing his lips. “back together?”
Will you even be alright? | Peter
It seemed to be a loop, a repeating loop of the same reason other girls in the past had left him. He was too timid, he wasn’t willing to sleep with them right away, he was afraid to touch them - all the same reasons he had heard before and was now hearing spill out of Greta’s mouth, perfect, lovely, gorgeous and what he originally thought… innocent Greta but he was wrong, she wasn’t as innocent as he originally had thought and she was just like all the other girls through out the school, she wanted something that she believed he couldn’t provide her.
Peter’s stomach churned, eyes closing tightly as he took a deep breath. “You aren’t gross, Greta, you are anything but that. You are amazing, perfect even but the truth is…” he opened his eyes, looking back over to her before taking a deep breath. “The truth is I always thought being a gentleman would be the way to a woman’s heart, not needing sex to love someone… I thought that’s what girls wanted but I keep being proven wrong… and…” another paused, he looked down at his sweating palms, rubbing them nervously against his trousers. “I haven’t ever been with a girl like that before, I want too.. I really do but I fear I would only disappoint you. No matter how much you feel the need to remind me that I am perfect, I don’t feel I am and the last thing I want is to disappoint you in a way no man should disappoint his girlfriend.” His cheeks flushed, embarrassment filling him as he felt like he had just admitted one of his biggest secrets to the girl he was possibly in love with, no, not possibly… he was.A soft smile replaced the frown that had previously been on her face when he called her perfect. She was anything than perfect. Her life was a mess, and she didn’t know how to organize it. Greta needed Peter to help he with that, but she stupidly dumped him without even thinking the whole thing through. She acted on impulse, and that usually got her no where good. “That is what most girl’s want. I used to want that, but that was before I actually had a boyfriend. Being in an actual relationship, you view changes on the matter.” Her fingers fidgeted a bit. Why was she so nervous around Peter? Her Peter. “You would never disappoint me, love. I just don’t want to push you into thing’s you’re not ready for.” Greta felt as if the roles had switched in the relationship. She was the man ready to take this to the next level, while he was the bird willing to wait. Greta approached him, and cupped his face with her small, pale hands. “You would never disappoint me,” She repeated, her mouth inches from his. “I’ve miss you.” She finally stated with a small smile.
Peter could feel his stomach filling with butterflies, every time she spoke it was like music to his ears, painful music sometimes but sweet, beautiful music none the less. Maybe he did need to man up, was that his problem? If it was maybe he needed to spend more time around blokes, see if they can give him advice or even provide a nice shove in the right direction but what bloke would want to sit around and listen to him go on about his more then not awkward problems? None he doubted, especially not Sirius and Remus? Well hah Remus likely had no sexual experience either, he sure didn’t seem the type to be wanting to undress a bird and getting her in bed, it felt almost weird thinking about it. James, maybe? Yeah if he wasn’t glued to Lily all the time then he would probably be up for providing some advice but maybe the advice he needed lie outside his close knit group of friends, maybe this time it wasn’t the Marauders who would help him but some other bloke that resided in Gryffindor tower, it just all mattered on who.
His mind had drifted and by the time he came too Greta had moved herself back over to him, her gentle hand cupping his face. Peter’s eyes met with her’s, blinking several times before his own lips curled into a warm smile, the last words to leave her mouth making his heart leap. “I’ve missed you too, Greta.” he responded, words almost drifting out as a whisper. “and trust me, I won’t make you wait long if that’s what you want. I… I love you.”
Will you even be alright? | Peter
Peter was listening to her, he heard every silky word the dripped out of her mouth. Those words weren’t poison, nor was the sound of her voice but they did feel foreign to him, everything about her did at that moment but was it because that was how it really was or was he trying to force himself to think of her as someone else? To push the pain that bubble up within him back down to the darkest pits of both his mind and stomach.
Then she said it, the words he never thought he would ever heard someone say. “You think you love me?” It broke his concentration, his eyes moving quickly over to where she had went, blinking several times. It was strange to hear those words and they made him feel both hopeful and even more heart broken, the thought of those words possibly being a lie nagging at the back of his mind. “Do you really mean that?” He asked again, almost not hearing her mention Fabian but the mention of another bloke was hard to miss, his stomach giving a nauseous lerch. “W-wait… back up…” he swallowed hard, a lump having found it’s way into his throat. “You were going to sleep with Fabian? Why? I don’t understand… I m-mean he’s a great looking fella I’ll give you that but… why? Or why didn’t you do it, Greta? Give me both answers… is it because of me? Am I not… good enough?”Greta was stuck to the wall, not being able to move. “I don’t know what love really is at all. But I think it would feel something like this. Sweaty palms, heart ache, going crazy. I do mean it.” She answered, then listened to the questions he asked. The questions that flowed from his mouth made her stomach hurt. She didn’t want to answer any of them, but she had to, to make things better. Or at least a little better. Greta fingered the mouse necklace that laid against her throat. It had been a gift from Marlene for Christmas. “The reason I was going to go through with it was because I wanted to feel something in that way. I’m so fucking sexual frustrated. I honestly think you’re too scared to even touch me, Pete.” She finally admitted. Peter was a timid boy, and she felt as if she had been coming on too strong for him. Too desperate for him. “It was actually a dare. Fabian was dared to sleep with me. Am I really that gross someone has to be dared to sleep with me?” The question echoed through her mind. “The reason it didn’t happen is because Fabian loves Marlene. He couldn’t do that with me.” She trailed off with hurt in her voice, even though Peter was probably hurting more than her after hearing these words. “Peter, you’re perfect. And if anyone tells you different, they have another thing coming.” She meant the words she spoke.
It seemed to be a loop, a repeating loop of the same reason other girls in the past had left him. He was too timid, he wasn’t willing to sleep with them right away, he was afraid to touch them - all the same reasons he had heard before and was now hearing spill out of Greta’s mouth, perfect, lovely, gorgeous and what he originally thought… innocent Greta but he was wrong, she wasn’t as innocent as he originally had thought and she was just like all the other girls through out the school, she wanted something that she believed he couldn’t provide her.
Peter’s stomach churned, eyes closing tightly as he took a deep breath. “You aren’t gross, Greta, you are anything but that. You are amazing, perfect even but the truth is…” he opened his eyes, looking back over to her before taking a deep breath. “The truth is I always thought being a gentleman would be the way to a woman’s heart, not needing sex to love someone… I thought that’s what girls wanted but I keep being proven wrong… and…” another paused, he looked down at his sweating palms, rubbing them nervously against his trousers. “I haven’t ever been with a girl like that before, I want too.. I really do but I fear I would only disappoint you. No matter how much you feel the need to remind me that I am perfect, I don’t feel I am and the last thing I want is to disappoint you in a way no man should disappoint his girlfriend.” His cheeks flushed, embarrassment filling him as he felt like he had just admitted one of his biggest secrets to the girl he was possibly in love with, no, not possibly… he was.
Will you even be alright? | Peter
She could tell he wasn’t looking at her, and the hurt her more than he’d even known. The feeling of being ignored was one thing Greta couldn’t handle. It honestly made her feel sick to her stomach. Greta saw the hurt written across his face with every movement he made. She was so stupid. She’d only broken up with him because she was moving too fast, not wanting to force him into anything. She wanted to shag the boy that stood in front of her, but she knew he’d never be up to it or even be too scared or nervous. He was a pretty timid fellow. She took the cheese off his lap and set it on the dresser again.
Taking a big breath she said, “I’m so sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have done it. I want you.” She didn’t know if it was going to be easy to win him over again, but she was willing to try. “I was so stupid to ever hurt you. I’m just too scared I’ll become attached, then one day you’ll disappear and I’ll be forever alone without you.” Greta fought back the tears that were going to spill at any second. “I don’t know what love is. I’ve never felt it before. Not for anyone or anything except cheese. But I think I may love you, Pete.” She shook her head. She didn’t know what love was, and she surely didn’t know if she loved Pete or if this was something she was saying spur of the moment.
She took this moment to admit something that had been bothering her. “Pete, I did something bad. Or at least, I almost did something bad. I was going to sleep with Fabian.” She walked across the room and leaned against a wall so that Peter couldn’t see the stray tears that laid on her ivory skin. “I just wanted to have that sort of connection with someone. Sexual.” Her cheeks flushed when she said those words. “But nothing happened.” Greta’s skin crawled at the memory. She had acted like a desperate slag. She did not deserve Peter, but she still wanted him.
Peter was listening to her, he heard every silky word the dripped out of her mouth. Those words weren’t poison, nor was the sound of her voice but they did feel foreign to him, everything about her did at that moment but was it because that was how it really was or was he trying to force himself to think of her as someone else? To push the pain that bubble up within him back down to the darkest pits of both his mind and stomach.
Then she said it, the words he never thought he would ever heard someone say. “You think you love me?” It broke his concentration, his eyes moving quickly over to where she had went, blinking several times. It was strange to hear those words and they made him feel both hopeful and even more heart broken, the thought of those words possibly being a lie nagging at the back of his mind. “Do you really mean that?” He asked again, almost not hearing her mention Fabian but the mention of another bloke was hard to miss, his stomach giving a nauseous lerch. “W-wait… back up…” he swallowed hard, a lump having found it’s way into his throat. “You were going to sleep with Fabian? Why? I don’t understand… I m-mean he’s a great looking fella I’ll give you that but… why? Or why didn’t you do it, Greta? Give me both answers… is it because of me? Am I not… good enough?”
Will you even be alright? | Peter
Peter didn’t want to see her, he didn’t want to face the girl who had shattered his heart into a million itty bitty pieces. It hurt, he didn’t believe heart ache would actually be a physical thing until now, now he had experienced it and he understood what all the other blokes had complained and whined about in the past. It was physical and oh so very real, it hurt his heart and it strained his mind, tearing away at it with each passing hour that she was on his mind but even though he didn’t want to see her he knew he had too, he knew there was no way to avoid her forever and that if he managed to her would only regret it in the end.
The creaking of the door caused Peter to freeze, his eyes gazing out the window onto the snow covered scenery. He knew it was her before she even made her way over to him, he could just feel it. “Hello..” he responded, eyes remaining on the land before his eyes, not daring a glance at his now ex-girlfriend.Greta’s heart broke as she observed him. She was a horrible person. How could she break someone so sweet? Someone that was so sincere and loving to her? She swallowed the sadness that lay in her throat and glanced back up to Peter. “Look at me Pete.” Her fingers made their way to his chin, and turned his head so he was looking at her. “You don’t understand how sorry I am for doing this.” Letting out a shaky breath, she let go of his chin and made her way over to the cheese. She brought the cheese back over to him. “Here. You said this was your favorite.” She sat the plate on his lap, and waited for him to respond. Greta wanted so badly to hug him and kiss him and tell him everything was going to be alright. “I’m such a monster.” She whispered wiping some of Peter’s curly locks out of his deep, mysterious eyes.
She turned his head to have his eye’s meet with her own and they did or so it would seem to her but truthfully he looked past her, not wanting to look into the brilliant eyes that were staring right back at him, not wanting her to be able to read all the pain and fear hidden behind his own. Sure she could already tell he was hurting but she didn’t know everything and the windows were known to be the eyes to the soul for a reason, right? You could read people just by staring into them, if they let you in that was.
Peter remained silent, focusing on the patterns in the distance behind her, the far wall have intricate details scattered all about itself.
Maybe she clicked in to him not actually looking at her since she had gotten up, his eyes remaining frozen on the space it had previously found itself set on, the maroon and faded gold details seeming to fade together into a large clump whenever his eyes lost even a moment of focus, only to come back into a much larger picture.
She placed the cheese platter in his lap but he still refrained from moving, a small sighing passing his barley parted lips. “You aren’t a monster, Greta, I understand why you did it alright?” He finally spoke, eyes breaking to look down at the cheese plate, a frown meeting his lips. “I’m not hungry right now…”
