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I tugged at the shoebox under my bed. I was really needing him right now and well, this is as close as I can get to him.
I tossed the box onto my bed and the lid came off and pictures flew everywhere.
"Damn it." I whispered getting up and collecting what I could. A picture stuck to the bottom of my bare foot. I rested my heel on my right knee and peeled it off. It was a picture of us from last summer.
"Too bad heaven is too far away." I tossed the picture on my bed and made my way to my window. I unhooked the latch and pushed it open. It wasn't windy so I'm pretty sure the pictures would be safe. I picked the ones up on the other side of my bed and put them in the box.
The floor creaked behind me. I turned around.
It's not possible.
"Robbie?" I whispered.
He let out something that sounded like a sigh and a laugh, "no."
"Oh god I'm losing my mind."
"Not quite."
"You're not real."
"Yeah I am.. and I don't know what you want me to do about proving it."
"Who are you?"
"I–" he laughed. "It surprises me that you don't know." He whispered. "Sophia.. I'm Peter Pan and have been this whole time."
"But you should be dead."
He shook his head. "I can't die."
I shut my eyes and opened them again.
"I'm still here. You can try all you want but you can't get rid of me."
"What do you want?"
He stepped closer to me, "you."
Somehow, someway he convinced me to leave with him. This boy was pretending to be Robbie for seven years of my life.
Seven years of my life was a lie.
I shoved all the pictures back into the box and grabbed them before we left down the fire escape. He was wearing the clothes Robbie died in– or Peter didn't die in?
"I don't even know you." I said as I followed him.
"Yes you do." He grabbed my arm and pulled me down an alleyway.
This, this is where I die.
"Don't think like that. I have no intentions on hurting you." He turned and looked at me.
"How did you..?"
"You'll understand when we get home."
"Home?"
He stopped walking and had the biggest smile on his face. "Neverland." A green light glowed beneath our feet and we fell.
My shoes were filled with water and there was sand caped to my face. I pushed myself up and I looked around. I know this place. I used to come here as a child.
"Peter?"
"Yes love?"
It all came back to me. The sword fights at eight and my first kiss at fifteen. It all happened here. With him.
I always thought he looked familiar but I just thought it was from around town.
"I remember." I stood up and dusted myself off. I looked at him and he wasn't paying attention. A soft smile spread across my face.
Before I knew it I was in a running position.
"Last one to the tree house sleeps on the floor." I took off. Leaving the shoebox of photos behind me. Those didn't seem matter anymore. I have him back.
