Peters Pov
I turned around to face the voice.
And there lay Octavia.
Her eyes flickering open.
Her mouth closed.
She looked at me and
shakily said,"Hello Peter."
"Hello Octavia" I replied.
"I think I was dead." She says.
"You were you still are" I say trying to shake
the image out of my head.
"Well we both know that's not true" she says.
"Your dead" I mumble.
"I don't believe so" she says.
"Your still dead your just an image in my head and you need to get out.
I have had this before your dead the darkness consumed you.
Your heartbeat stopped.
Your eyes will never open again because your dead.
You'll always haunt Neverland.
Reminding me of what I had done.
You'll never love, die,
never leave" I yell.
"There is no such thing as love" she replies
lying on her back in the dirt. "I once thought such and I realized their is no such thing as love.
Emotion but their is no true love in this world.
For it is a filthy place."
"What if I told I was in love with someone once" I question.
"I would say your crazy. But maybe once I was
as well" she says.
"I was stupid to believe their was hope" I say.
"As was I" she replies quietly.
"I was in love with someone once.
I'm not quite sure but I just remember my heart ached for long amounts of time I felt dead inside" I say,
" she died because of me."
"If you love someone you should never hurt
them" she says.
"It's the worst and best sensation in the world,
it feels as though your flying through clouds as
your heart leaps every time you see them."
I say.
"Then I'm not dead" she says.
"What?" I question.
"What a peculiar moment t'is" she says.
"How so?" I question.
"Because I couldn't do this" she says.
She stands up and embraces me in a hug.
"Your not dead" I ask.
"I'm not quite sure" she replies
