Believe [OS] Peter Pan (English)

Believe

English isn't my first language, so please, if you see mistakes tell me in the comments. Thank you ❤️

P.O.V Y/N :

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Finally ! I was tired of work. I arrived at home, this cold dark and lonely place. I didn't mind the dark part but I wanted it to be at least warm when I was back. I made a quick sandwich and brought it back with me in my room. Entering inside, I let the light off and place myself in the middle of the bed.

- Hey love, how was today ? A young voice said.

- Hey Peter, it was tiresome but I managed to get through it. I answered with a smile.

- That's great love. Don't forget that I'm always here if you need help. Whatever, wherever and whenever something happens, just call my name alright ?

- Alright. I answer sadly.

- Hey, what's with the sad face ? You know I hate to see you like this ! How about... We go for a walk ?

- Sorry not tonight Peter, I'm really tired.

- Oh... I understand don't worry...

Even though he said that, I could still hear the disappointment in his voice. I've known Peter Pan for as long as I can remember. The only reason I'm still hanging on this life is thanks to him.

- Then do you want me to tell you a story ? To help you sleep ? I've got plenty of adventures to tell you.

- That would be lovely thank you.

The thing about my situation is that, I know Peter isn't real, that he's just a part of my imagination to help me cope with reality, but I also know that I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him, so as much as I try to convince myself that he's just the product of my imagination, I can't stop myself from believing he is as real as me.

And although sometimes he does feel pretty alive and real, his face never appeared clearly to me, and I was never able to touch him. Those two truths hurt more than anything. And of course Peter himself had no idea of all this situation about him being some kind of imaginary friend.

As he started telling his story, I felt myself slipping in Morpheus arms. Having dreams about wild adventures with Peter and the lost boys, again.

I woke up as I realized I was already late for college. I kept the curtains closed and the room in the dark as I reached for my phone to have some light. I went to my wardrobe to pick my clothes and started to put them on with the little bit of light my phone was giving me.

- You know, i always wondered why you always keep your room in the dark. Don't you want to put some light in here ?

-  Not really. I quickly replied, wanting to talk about something else.

-  Alright. I won't dig more. He said with a smile. I don't like talking about things that make you uncomfortable, and you are clearly uncomfortable right now.

-  As always, you're so sweet. Thanks Pete. I gotta go now. I'm already late.

I rushed to the door. I couldn't possibly tell him that my mind goes back to reality when I can clearly see everything around me. Which prevents me from talking with peter as my imagination wouldn't be able to go as wild as it can when it's in the dark.

-  I'll see you tonight then ! He said while smiling at the surname.

-  Well I promised a friend I would go to a club with her, so I might be late. And since I don't have my part time job tonight, I couldn't turn her down. It's already been a while. Sorry Peter.