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Regrets and hatred

Peter

When Peter left Wendy that night he almost hated her in a way. She was amazing, spectacular, and every time he thought of her he got this weird feeling in his chest. When she came following him showing him new things like kisses he wanted to protect her. When she came everything was perfect and shining on the edges, then a storm came and ruined it all. Almost losing Tink and losing every single one of his lost boys to her.

With all of those things spinning like tossed salad in his head he hardly noticed Tink dancing with delight in losing Wendy. That just made him feel worse all of his happy thought seamed to be popping away like bubbles. He sank, past the clock that he had pushed to midnight with her. He finally colapsed in to a near by forest.

The cold surrounded him and just seamed to become a part of him. He clutched the snow in his hands and screamed a cry of pure anguish.

"Did you hear something?"

Peter looked up it was a girl, sitting with a boy by a tree. It was obvious that they didn't see him.

"Shh Wendy it was just the wind"

Peter cought his breath, could tell that this was his Wendy.

"What if we get caught?"

"Where not going to, and I just wanted to ask"

He looked down Peter could even tell that he was nervous. His cheeks where bright red and he was clutching the snow as hard as peter was.

"Would you mind" he started "if I kissed you, you don't have to if you don't want to its just I-" he never got a chance to finish. Wendy had leaned in and presses her lips to his cutting off what ever it is he wanted to say.

Peter was falling spinning in to a black hole that was swolowing everything good about his life, leaving him alone. He was used to living in a diffent time zone but this was heartless. How many years had it bean for Wendy. It only felt like a few seconds to him. She was gone giving something he thought was only his to this boy.

He slowly lifted him self off the ground and turned to look back one last time. Both lovers had seperated panting softly making small clouds float lazaly between them. Peter watch one lift and disapper in to the white. Peter whished he could join the cloud.

"Goodbye Wendy Lady" then he flew off without lost boys, Wendy, or his heart.

The song for this chapter is Snow Patrol- Chasing cars