He laid there helpless on the forest floor. His entire life was now in my hands. I held a blade to this throat and I had no intentions on taking it away. His piercing green eyes stared into mine, begging me to finish him.
We've been here before. Years ago when I first came to Neverland. I had to prove myself and that I did. Honestly, the lost boys had more respect for me than their rightful leader. They began to treat us as equals soon after. Neverland is known for not having rulers but that's exactly what we were.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!" His eyes were now dull and he was actually wanting me to take his life.
I couldn't bring myself to do it. We're way too close for me to do something like this. "Peter.. I can't." I fell back and took the knife with me.
He laughed and sat up against a tree, "they're right. You are in love with me."
My eyes widened and I almost laughed, "that's ridiculous." I got up and paced around the clearing we were in.
It's not like I haven't thought about it before, us being together. We pretty much were according to everyone else on the island. I've heard them whisper. I was too lost in thought to notice Peter standing in front of me. I looked at him up and down. I stopped when noticed blood dripping from his fingers. I followed the trail up to his arm. I left a huge gash and he didn't even notice.
"What?"
"I uh– your arm."
Now that he's became aware of it his face was full of agonizing pain. His left hand glowed white.
"No stop!" He looked at me confused. "Let be do it." I made my way to him and wrapped my right hand over it. He groaned in pain but he stopped when his skin stitched itself back together.
"Feels good doesn't it?" I laughed. "Just like your first —" I was going kiss but I wasn't sure if he's had his.
"Yes. I've kissed plenty of girls. I've had my first kiss." I pulled my hand away to see a scar puffing up. I wiped it away and now it looked like nothing ever happened. "Have you kissed very many boys?" He asked.
"What?" His question shocked me.
"Girls then?" I'm assuming I had a blank expression on my face the first time he asked.
"I've kissed a share of both why?"
"That doesn't matter. Why didn't you kill me?"
I thought quick on my feet, "I can't rule this place by myself."
He rolled his eyes and walked away from me shaking his head. "You don't get it do you?" I knew where he was going with this and I didn't want to hear it. I started walking away. I didn't want him to pester me about being too weak for any of this or that I didn't believe in myself enough. He appeared in front of me and I fell to the ground. He dropped to his knees next to me. "You were unwilling to kill because you do love me. I can feel it. Stop denying it."
"I never did deny it." I whispered.
