"“Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.”" -J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
-First Person/Peter-
After getting back to Misty and I's hideout, the sky was darkening. Now sitting around a fire I had made, Misty--who was wrapped in a blanket--laid against my chest and I held her. "Peter, have you cleaned you wound today?" My eyes suddenly widened remembering how drunk I got off of the rum we used to clean my wound.
"Uh, yeah..." I said as normal as I could. Misty looked up at me.
"Well that's good." She said and looked back at the fire.
We had no more rum. Hopefully neither of us would need that for a while until I can get some more. "Peter?" I heard Misty ask after a while.
"Yeah?"
"I'm just curious, but...what were you doing all that time?" My eyes widened again. I prayed she wasn't talking about when the pirates kidnapped her.
"When?" I asked as normal as I could.
"After I left." A little bit of relief washed over me.
"Uhm, well I--"
"Actually never mind that." Misty suddenly interrupted sitting up and looking at me. Thank god. "What was going through your mind when you went looking for me?" I thought about that.
"It was all a bit fast, I guess, but I knew one thing." I admitted.
"What was that?" Misty asked.
"I knew that if I ever lost you, I wouldn't have any idea in hell how I'd even manage to stay sane." Misty laughed.
"What would you do if you did lose me? " Misty asked more serious. I looked at her puzzled. "Seeing is how when I'm dead, I'll still have my blood--"
"Whoa--what..." I lifted my hands to stop Misty from finishing.
"I mean," Misty started off quiet, "would you...take it--"
"What! No," My hands up again, I shook my head at the sudden crazy image. Looking back up at Misty, I was able to function and took Misty's hands in my lap. "Not a chance, Misty..."
"Come on, Peter, I know you're just saying that..." Tears filled my eyes and I pulled Misty into a tight hug.
"Oh my god...I can't even imagine..." The sudden image began to appear in my head. Feeling much like a scared little kid, I squeezed my eyes shut and held Misty tighter trying to suppress the image. I couldn't be that monstrous...could I? No. Even the thought of draining Misty's dead body was terribly discomforting. And even the thought made me feel psychotic. "How could you think like that?" I asked Misty fearful that maybe I could be that crazy. Releasing her to look at her. Some happiness and light left her face and she smiled sadly.
"It's because you think I wouldn't want you to, right?" My eyes widened with disbelief and I shot up into a stand. Misty followed.
"The hell--"
"Well, I'm giving you permission if something happens." Misty addressed to her dying as that something. I gasped then shook my head.
"You're crazy, Misty!" I yelled turning away from her to think.
After realizing that what I said was a bit mean, I looked back at Misty. She sat turned away from me silent and facing the fire. I quickly sat down next to her. "I didn't mean that." I said. Misty shrugged. Staring at her eyes from the side, I watched the warm colors continue to captivate her.
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Thirteen Forever ~Peter Pan Love Story~ <DISCONTINUED>
Romance-Has language and a little bit of SC- It's been years since Wendy left. Maybe a few decades have gone by. Since four years ago, a tsunami has struck Neverland killing everything and everyone. Peter has aged. He doesn't know why everything could've d...
