Breaking the Broken (OUAT)

19) Making memories

Peter's pov

I enter the hospital for the twelfth time this hour and walk to Cassy's room. Its been a few weeks since her surgery and she is almost fully recovered. She leaves today.

I take a deep breath before knocking on her door. I hear a 'come in' and I open the door.

"Oh hey Peter. What do you wanna talk about today," she asks scooting closer to the end of the bed.

"You get to leave today," I say

"Oh thank God! I hate it in here," she says and flips down on her pillow, "I like these talks we've been having."

"Me too," I say and smile.

You have no idea of how much I love them.

"So. What do I do when I get out,"

"Ummm...I could..show you around. If you want," I say and she smiles

"Id like that. Philip hasn't been here much since the first day after my surgery. You know what's funny," she asks

"What,"

"I feel like he doesn't care. But you do. And I feel like I'm closer to you than him, but I hardly know you. But I feel like I've known you forever. And I like that," she says

"Hmm. I guess. I mean. You know a lot more about me than you remember," I say

"What do you mean,"

"You forgot. We knew more about each other than we did about ourselves. Like I know you love sunsets. And you had an abusive father. Your mom and brothers left," I say looking down, "and you knew about my past. And my pain."

"What did I know," she asks

I turn around and lift up my shirt. She gasps and puts her hand on my back.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry," she says

I smile, "that's exactly what you said last time."

"What do you mean?,"

"I've showed you them before. And you showed me your scares. The ones on your arms and legs. The ones from yourself and the ones from others. You told me about your exes. And everything. And that you didn't want another. But what you didn't tell me was you lost the last one in a fire supposedly. But you don't remember that," I say and she smiles.

"I wish I did," she mumbles

"Wait. You don't think I'm crazy," I ask

"No. You don't have any reason to lie to me. So I believe you. And trust me. I'm crazier than you could ever be,"

"Now I'll believe that," I joke and she playfully punches my shoulder.

"So...are you from the enchanted forest too," she asks

"No. Well sorta,"

"Are you from the real world. Where I'm from,"

"No. I'm from Neverland," I say

"Oh. Right I forgot. Peter Pan. Sorry," she says, "but your not evil like they say you are. Your kind and selfless. You don't act like it look like someone who would hurt or kill," she says

"Well umm...that's because you changed me. I mm not the person I use to be because of you. And trust me. The old me is someone you don't wanna remember," I say and look down

"Okay. But we all make mistakes. It's okay as long as we know what to do to change it and what to do to prevent it,"

  "Well...that's the thing. I keep making the same mistake,"