PETR PAN//OUAT//FF//SHORT STORY

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Wendy POV.

I, too, was helpless before his personal spell. I wasn't able to move. His gaze was drinking into mine, and I no longer had the strength to detach myself from him.

He leaned toward me slowly, and I shivered slightly, almost inaudibly, and in that instant, it was as if time had stopped. He recognized it! He must have known that at that moment I would have given I don't know what for his kiss. This realization made me feel embarrassed again.

His face was getting closer to mine at a slow pace, until I thought my heart beating hard in my chest might indeed be about to pop out. I started to close my eyes and wait for a kiss.

But all he did was flick my forehead with his hand and laugh. He laughed, and I felt myself reddening again. I'm sure he could tell from me that I totally wanted to get his kiss.

I had to smile, but smile, because this laugh of his was, so-so sincere. I've never seen him act this relaxed before. He finally looked like that kid again just a few years older than me. It's like he's getting younger, because most of the time his manner and expression look like he's at least 60.

Suddenly, but with seriousness, his face looked old again. Deep down inside me, I felt disappointed. At this point, I didn't want to admit it yet, but by relaxing with me and giving me an honest laugh, he was slowly, whether I wanted to or not, gaining on me.

Near us we heard the rustle of trees and the heavy footsteps under which the twigs broke. Peter turned to me and motioned for me to be quiet. I obeyed him at once, and behind his navigation I hid in the thicket behind him.

One of the men I ran away from climbed out of the gait in front of Peter. It was the one without one leg. Before I knew it, though, someone had put his hand in front of my mouth and his hands stopped me from moving. Then I remember a quick blow to the back of my head and finally I was completely engulfed in darkness....