Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 41: Still loving you

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Peter Pan glanced nervously at the random flowers scattered into a bunch of purples, whites, pinks and greens as he walked up the ladder towards his room where I was. They seemed unorganised and ugly to him, but he knew that I would appreciate them. If I wanted, he would have given me an entire field of fresh flowers for me to pick and make necklaces with. But he knew, one flower or thousands, I could never love him the same way he loved me.

There were two Lost Boys slumped around the entrance to his cabin with a thick glare, that they immediately turned to a sickly sugar-coated smile as he walked towards them. Immedately, they dashed off without instruction, easily able to predict his next move.

Peter Pan took a deep nervous breath before bringing his hand towards the door. He desperately wanted me to enjoy the flowers.

'I'm not hungry.' I stated simply, lifting my head to see Peter Pan walk in with the tray of food. I sighed, not expecting him, but still loathing what he was carrying as it was both tempting and despicable, I didn't feel like eating anymore. 'I didn't know it was you.' I admitted.

He ignored my comment, tossing me an apple, which I easily let fall to the ground. He sighed, defeated by my stubbornness, but there was still a twinkle of a devious plan in his eyes, something I was unsure of what it could mean.

'I thought these would make you feel better.' He smiled hopefully, handing me a bouquet of  asters, glowing with the soft pastels of mauves and pinks; fresh, pearl white daisies with a saffron centre; fragrant, violet heliotrope and fresh water lilies, similar to those growing by the river bank, surrounded by verdure. But no aconite, my favourite. This was probably because they were poisonous. A poisoned life would somehow make this ordeal worse.

Still, I loved these flowers and struggled to hold back tears of glee. But my smile was enough for him to tell him that I loved them.

'Thank you, they're very beautiful.' I mumbled politely, trying to keep my voice emotionless.

'Not as beautiful as you.' He beamed, handing me the flowers. I accepted them wordlessly, smiling slightly as our hands briefly touched.

'Thank you for staying with me, I didn't realise you would. I thought you would hate me for being so stupid.' I said as Peter Pan sat on the edge of my bed.

'That's ok, anything for you. I do not hate you anyway, I just want you to understand that.' He replied carefully, choosing his words with fastidious care.

My eyes wandered from the flowers to him, 'Is it true what you said when I was knocked out? Do you still love me, despite what I did?'

'I-I-I-' he stuttered and I smiled slightly, amused by his sudden awkwardness. 'Bloody hell! I didn't realise, you were unconscious!' He exclaimed frustrated and I laughed again.

'It's ok.' I reassured him.

'No it's not, because I would never want to say it like that.' He sighed frustrated. 'I wanted to tell a girl I loved her when she could hear me and say it back, I...' He trailed off in a rant, before I interrupted him.

'It's ok, you don't have to-' I interrupted him, before he interrupted me once again.

'I still love you, forever,' he watched me wince slightly, not wanting this to be true. There was a long awkward silence, but if Peter regretted his words, I couldn't tell. I just had to believe them.