Robbie Kay / Peter Pan Imagines

"Open your eyes,"

POV Peter Pan

"Peter,"

She's laying on her side facing me. I am looking her straight into her eyes as she's calling out my name. "Hmm?" I get out as I await her statement. Her face expression doesn't change at all, and neither does mine.

I can't help but admire every bit of her. Her beauty was acknowledged by me only after I fell in love with her. Who knew she would shine like a diamond? Literally everything about her is precious.

The way her skin glows, it's so smooth I want to caress her cheeks all the time. The way her hair's tucked behind her ears. The natural color shining, showing off how healthy it is. The way her dark lashes curl, complimenting her eyes.

But it's not only the looks, it's the way she behaves as well. She has very simple movements, rather calming. A very relaxed energy. Whenever I'm around her I feel at ease. My soul feels relieved. I don't feel a slight burden on my chest, I can breathe around her.

"Wake up," she whispers and I scrunch my eyebrows. "I'm paying attention, love," I assure her as I keep staring at her, waiting for whatever she wants to tell me.

Her expression slightly changes. It's showing a little sadness and pity. She brings her hand up to my face and caresses my cheek. I feel distant from her for some reason and I'm not pleased with the feeling at all. I pull myself closer to her, trying to take in her warmth and scent. But she still seems so far away.

"Y/N," I call out to her with concern laced in my voice. She locks eyes with me, still pitying me. "What's wrong? Talk to me," I whisper as I feel my heart sink. It's as if my heart already knows what's up, but my brain is avoiding it.

"Peter," she says again, this time sounding broken. A tear appears in her eye and I feel like I'm falling apart. I want to ask her what's wrong again, but I can't bring myself to it. I'm getting too emotional, my chest starts aching.

"Open your eyes, this is not good for you," she states as tears escape her eyes. I'm starting to realize what's happening. "I don't want to, Y/N, I refuse," the last words come out harsh, but I'm just scared. I'm scared to lose her.

Her lips pout and I can see clear pain in her eyes. She sighs slightly as she knows she can't persuade me, but she also knows I'll have to go at some point. I don't want to, though. I want to stay here with her. I want her to stay as well.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" The sentence is quiet, but she caught it. Instead of answering she pulls herself a little closer, just staring at me while I feel tears form in my eyes. She still feels so distant, no matter how close we get. It hurts.

Y/N takes a deep shaky breath as she's about to answer me. I don't want to hear it, because I know I'll be disappointed. I'm just secretly hoping for a miracle.

"Peter, I'm not real," her voice slightly cracks and a held back sob leaves my mouth.

I know she's right, I just refuse to accept the truth. I haven't been able to live properly for the past few months, so this is how I cope with what happened. I imagine her in my dreams.

"You are," I go against her, just to try and convince myself. "You were real and still are, Y/N, I'm not letting you go," I grab her hand that's placed on my cheek. I try to feel everything in this moment. Her warmth, my emotions, us touching. But as expected it doesn't feel real, because it isn't...

"Peter, please," she pleads as her eyes beg me to open my eyes. "You need to let go," it's a hurtful whisper. But I know I should listen. "I'll always be with you, but you need to learn to let me go,"

To love someone is to know how to let them go.

Y/N leans closer, letting our lips touch as we share a surreal kiss. One that's only in the mind, but holds a lot of emotions. It holds a lot of meaning as it's our last kiss. Whether it's real or not.

When she pulls back I open my eyes and she's not there. Instead I'm alone in my bed, staring into nothing.

I sit up and tears slide down my cheeks as I can't hold them back. After all those months I can't hold back anymore.

I'm slowly starting to accept it. The one thing I refused to believe. The fact that she's not here anymore.

She's gone.