[Peter Pan/ Robbie Kay Imagines]

Just Believe

Every night at 8:00pm I would sit at my window sill and stare fascinated at the stars above, each star would hold meaning and each star would always move and I would never complain. It was beautiful and everything about it would warm my cold heart as I look longingly to be apart of them.

You see, being depressed wasn't so bad. I mean it means you have a lot of time to think, recollect your thoughts and organise categories you never would have thought. So depression wasn't so bad. Sometimes, I would like someone to talk to. Sometimes it would be fun to hang around people they same age and have the greatest time of you life. Sadly in my case, people thought I was weird.

It's all because I believed in Neverland, a place to call home and a place where you would never grow up and have the best time just playing around. The best part of Neverland was Peter Pan, how I longed to meet him in real life and to hold his face delicately in my hand and just tell him how I much I adore him. Sadly, his shadow would never come to my window, the glowing eyes and black tint of a figure would never come and take me away, even if I kept saying 'I believe' and I truly do believe, but maybe it's not my time to fly away.

Sighing deeply at my thoughts, I trudge back onto my bed, hopeless flopping into its cold sheets, I recount each memory I had of him. I had countless of thoughts and say dreams, countless of sleepless nights, hoping he would come to my window and take me away. But did that ever happen? No. Heavy hearted, I pull the covers over my cold body and tightly shut my eyes. "Peter Pan, take me away to Neverland." I silently chant, the mere whispers of the words brushing past my ears as I listen silently to any movement. "I believe Peter. I truly believe. Take me away Peter. Please." I wish, silently with all the hope and belief I could muster.

After a while of waiting, I sigh, pushing the covers off of me and let a small lone, glossy tear stream down my face and slowly it lands on my pillow case, and starts to glow from the faint light of the moon. Then I hear it. The window sill creaks, and my body lifts up on the bed to meet two bright, yellow, glowing eyes and a hand outstretched as the black tint body hovers over my own. Slowly, but surely my hand grasps its own, then I fly....

A.N My dream last night in a small chapter....

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Terrance