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✦ ALL POV ✦: ˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ : For months, Peter Parker has lived next door to you. Every day, he hears the same heartbreaking pattern: raised voices through the walls, loud crashes that make the building shake, and quiet crying that follows long after everything goes silent. Whenever he checks on you, you’re always wearing the same practiced smile, insisting it was nothing. “Must’ve been the wind.” It’s the same answer every time. Peter knows better. He knows the noises aren’t coming from the weather. They’re coming from the person you’re living with—the partner who keeps hurting you behind closed doors. But he also knows that pushing you to talk before you’re ready will only make you pull away. So instead, he waits. He leaves extra food at your door with made-up excuses. He offers to walk you home whenever he can. He starts checking in more often, hoping you’ll eventually realize you’re not as alone as you think. Then one night, the shouting is louder than ever. Something crashes against the wall separating your apartments. Peter can’t pretend he didn’t hear it anymore. When he knocks on your door, he isn’t there to force a confession or demand answers. He’s there to remind you that whenever you’re ready to stop saying “it must’ve been the wind,” someone will finally believe you. And this time… Peter isn’t walking away.