Pan's Tiger

Chapter 20: Goodbye Bae?

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Just then, a little later, Pan and I kissed again, for the first time since we fell out. Our lips collided like a ship to an iceberg, like two lions bent on devouring each other. Unlike adult romance, our young love was so passionate it was more animalistic than romantic. The tiger girl and the demon boy.

'I need another wash.' I told Pan simply, in an effort to make it seem like I hadn't been helping Baelfire.

'Alright.' Pan said behind me and I left him. Naturally, ten minutes later he appeared by the pool.

'You know, I've always liked the pond here,' Pan mused, his head resting against the grass once again. I was having another birth- with my underwear on- and already after being there three days, had realised that the Lost Boys seemed to lack any kind offers on hygiene at all.

'Me too, I even remember coming here as a child, before I knew what it meant to grow up.' I smiled fondly at the nostalgic, sentimental memory, my eyes returning to his for a moment, before I continued rubbing soap into my already dirty skin.

Peter, laying on his front with his feet nestling into the grass, sighed into the water. His warm breath sent a small circle of the water into tiny ripples, pillowing out. 'It seems cowardly, getting old. Don't you think?'

I rolled onto my front, floating on top of the water, craning my neck slightly to look at him, pillowing my ear with my right arm, and letting my fingers dangle in the cold, still water beyond my head. 'How is it cowardly?'

Peter Pan kept his eyes on his reflection, speaking slowly and methodically, as if in a dream, 'I remember what it was like to be old, but I used to see people who were an awful lot older than that. You know, like the elderly people on the village?'

'I remember.' I agreed, thinking hard about what he was saying. Elderly people didn't seem cowardly to me, perhaps I will know for sure when I reach that advanced age.

'I have known many old people and they just sit by the fire, Tiger Lily, and they try to be comfortable. When they get old, they just get smaller inside, and they just seem to care about their blankets and their food and their bed and their comfort, nothing else seems to bother them.'

'Being comfortable is not a bad thing.' I pointed out, swirling my fingers through the water, enjoying the way the molecules parted for me, like thick air.

Peter Pan shrugged and turned his head to look at me as if it was a matter-of-fact. 'Of course it is. Old people lock out all the scary, wild things. It's like they don't exist.'

I wanted to say that I would have liked for those things not to exist, either, but I held my tongue, because I didn't want to sound like a coward.

I just floated there for minute, dazed, thinking how incredible nature is. I looked around then, hoping someone else had seen it happen, hoping to be able to tell someone right away, but no one was close enough.

Pulling up to the surface, I gasped a breath. Slowly, almost painfully slowly I turned to look over at Pan, studying him to see what he was thinking.