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피터팬은 죽었다 - Peter Pan has died

Originally posted on my asianfanfics- BaekYeol with rated M content; based off of EXO's Peter Pan and Nell's Peter Pan has died.

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Overheated and exhausted, I stumbled out of the school and attempted to regulate my breathing. My worn out body seemed to attract the blistering rays of the afternoon sun and draw them directly to me and nothing else.

As though it wasn’t enough that the sun was trying to bake me, I had just come out of a harsh basketball practice. The team was training long and hard in order to make sure that we took home as many wins as we possibly could.

It was hell but I was determined.

I walked over to the outdoor washing area and quickly splashed the freezing cold liquid all over my face. Though it stung it was a welcome change. Due to the fact that I was so focused on getting my rapidly rising temperature to decrease I almost failed to notice the shadow.

Almost.

I abandoned my solace and turned to face the building, my eyes automatically moving to the figure standing on the roof. My heart raced in fear as I realized what was about to happen.

I was about to witness a stranger’s suicide.

“Hey!” I shouted in an attempt to get his attention. “You, on the roof!” I knew that it was pointless to try. We were too far away from each other. Using all of the strength that remained in my body, I pushed myself to the edge and ran to him.

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By the time I got to the roof I feared that it may have been too late to save him. It was my biggest nightmare to see a dead body- even if it was a stranger. There was nothing in the world- at least not then- that made me more depressed than suicide.

I had lost too many people to that cause and I would not lose anymore regardless of who they were.

“Hey-” I said as I opened the door. It was then that I noticed what I had failed to see before: the balloons. Multi-coloured balloons were held to the ground by small weights and he was slowly setting them all free. I blinked in confusion as I watched him release a purple balloon into the sky, his gaze moving with it. “What are you doing?”

“Where do you think they go?” His voice was the strangest and most beautiful noise I had ever heard. I couldn’t place the distinct waves or compare it to anything else.

“Pardon?”

“The balloons- where do you think they go when they’re released into the sky?” It was a question I had asked many times as a child but hadn’t thought about for years. It puzzled me and I only had the answer that the adults around me had given me every time that I asked.

“Space?”

“Your answer..” He said, voice not much louder than a sigh but more powerful than anything else. “is bland.”

“Mwoh?”

“Sure it makes sense and it is the correct, straightforward answer. But it’s just so bland- too bland for me. When people give answers like that it’s because they’ve grown tired of looking for something else.”

“It’s.. wrong to give the right answer?”

“It’s completely correct but don’t you want to believe that there’s something more out there? That they move past that barrier that we think they’ll eventually succumb to?” I had never met him or even laid eyes on him prior to that moment but there was something about him that made me both relaxed and terrified. I somehow knew even at that point that he always would.