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

Chapter 50: Saved in a Heartbeat

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Thanks for reading. This chapter broke my heart too, but THIS IS NOT THE FINAL CHAPTER; there are still two more chapters to come- it's not over yet! I wouldn't be so cruel to you that finale of the two books is this.
There's only as couple more chapters to go, so it's almost over! 🙁😥 But, for next couple of chapters I've almost finished so I can probably update them together! ☺️
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Annabelle_the_reader
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I knew what was happening to Henry, but I didn't go there when I was free. He had his mother and Regina and Mary Margaret and David and Captain Hook and Baelfire and even my own son, Rumple, to look after him. Henry didn't need me, but Pan did.

And so that's what I did. I walked through the trees, instinctively knowing the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt like the earth beneath my bare feet was moving and beckoning me forwards, and I dampened my lips in remorse.

Eventually, I reached Pan's thinking tree. But people were there taking and I didn't want Henry's family to know that I hadn't died and that I was now wanting to help Pan, because they could feel betrayed or force me to leave Neverland with with them. I watched as they picked up Pandora's box and removed Pan's heart. He was lying on the ground, struggling to live and breathe. He was dying. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

I rushed forwards as soon as they left, bending down to go to Pan and placing his head on my lap. 'Oh no, you're dying.' I whispered, my eyes full of tears.

'You said so yourself, Tiger, that you started to die the moment you are born. I'm just dying a little bit faster right now.' He replied, chuckling slightly to himself to avoid the subject of his own inevitable end, something which I knew for a fact had always terrified Pan. One of the advantages of being young forever was living forever, which Pan had always wanted to do. Now that he was dying, eternal life was almost impossible.

'I wish you weren't,' I said between tears, holding his body close to mine and snuffling with tears more than I had ever cried before. 'Don't leave me now, Pan, you can't... You wouldn't... Not after everything we've been through... You wouldn't do that... Not to someone you love!'

'I won't leave you. I'll be with you always.' He told me delicately, lacing his fingers with mine.

'Where?' I chocked.

'You know that perfect moment when you're warm and comfortable in your bed, and reality and dreamlike fantasy is blurred? Where dreams and actuality seem almost the same? That is where I will always love you. I will become a perfect dream...' He replied poetically, gazing off into the middle distance in thought, or simply because he was Peter Pan and liked action and dramatic scenes. Sorrow makes for sincerity.

I didn't care anymore. I had nothing left to live for anymore, I had no reason yet to die. If Pan wasn't completely in love with me anymore, if Pan wasn't alive anymore, then my life would always be in the shadows.

I had lost everything to be with him, he couldn't leave me like that. I had lost my family, my friends, my son, my grandson, my great-grandson, for him. He couldn't just die. I looked up to the sky, I could survive death in the knowledge that Pan was right beside me. I could never be forgotten with him by my side.

It was a paradox: what I needed was what I couldn't cope with: someone to die for, someone cry for, someone to love.

I wanted to be brave enough to die for him. I would never stop fighting for him. I wouldn't die gently, I would die fighting against the dying light.

He grabbed hold of my hand, holding it tighter than he ever had before, looked at me directly in the eyes and mumbled, 'Tiger, don't leave me to die here... I don't think I'm strong enough to go on... Don't leave me....'