mettle. henry mills au

xxiv. the boy and the girl

the beginning of a new ending
droplets of water hit the ground repeatedly. dark clouds above storybrooke, maine occupied the gloomy sky.

the girl liked the rain. it reminded her of home. it reminded her of her parents. it reminded her of the time when they left her.

the british, on the other hand, completely despised it. to him, the rain brought back memories of regret; although, there were not many of them. it also brought pain. pain that scarred him. but today, rain would mean him well. today, he would win, and of course, peter pan never fails.

the boy, the author, had no feelings towards rain. he saw rain as a source of water, no more no less. although, he did appreciate the rain at times. times where he would be given the opportunity to stay inside during break times at school. at other times, he would loathe it, like where at the end of that school day he would have to walk home in the rain. school busses weren't easy to catch on those days.

nevertheless, the rain splashing on the ground that day, the day where henry would sacrifice himself, would match all of the residents' in storybrooke's feelings. sometimes, the rain would represent gloominess, but it could represent happiness. the louder and harder the rain fell was the roaring of the children playing in the rain. perhaps they would be playing in the boy's castle.

in comparison, peter pan could have been one of those children playing in the rain, but the boy's and the girl's (and the rest of the residents' surrounding the three) feelings paralleled the feelings of extensive gloominess.

the girl stood helpless and powerless. she couldn't have done anything as little as tying her shoe.

the boy took a step towards the girl. he caressed her cheek, for it was the last feeling of happiness he would have felt. their eyes were much like the sky above. the rain hit both of them, but their tears were a storm of their own. his lips pecked her forehead, and in a following action, he held her in his arms. her head rested against his chest. he could have released her restraints, but he felt as if he were cheating the deal. plus, he didn't want the girl to stop him from what he was doing.

the boy let go of the girl, and she stared at him for a long, yet short, time. the boy walked away from the girl, but turned around at the words that came out her mouth.

"i love you." the girl said.

the boy didn't have much time to think. he had to play the fair deal. his time was the girl was already extended, and he had to keep his word.

"i know." was the only thing that came out his mouth. of course he loved her back, but he didn't want her to feel loved after he died, for it would lead to pain. plus, it was the only thing that came to mind. it reminded him of star wars, what brought the two closer. in this instance, jess was the princess and he was the captain.

he stood parallel to his villain. he managed to create eye contact. the boy's eyes showed what he desired. the villain's left hand extended into his great grandson's chest. it was a challenging task, but he was able to find the heart of the truest believer.

the heart glowed its bright golden glow. it had its own type of vibe to it. the heart was like its own person. the heart; it was the most longed for item in all of the realms. those who yearned for it assumed that the heart was of a deceased, but they were wrong.

the boy screamed in pain once his most essential organ was taken out of his body. the scream was a familiar one to the girl, whom was still weak and powerless.

then, something amazing happened. a glow coming from the restraints behind the girl's back sparked into light. the boy and the villain both turned to the light, and with shock. the golden heart was dropped by the author's great grandfather, and the boy was able to catch it before it hit the ground.