Of All The Lost Things

Chapter Twelve

Peter's POV

I go to talk to Wendy every day, right before I go to sleep. I tell her everything, how I was too scared to let myself reach out, how it wasn't what I didn't feel, it was what I didn't show. I know she probably can't hear me, but I still tell her I love her every night before I go, knowing that no matter how many times I say it, I can never make up for all the times I didn't. And everytime I leave for my cabin, I think of how I feel. Like I'm standing on th grave of my dreams, of things unknown but longed for still. And every night, I cry myself to sleep, and wake up feeling miserable, the hope of bringing her back digging into my heart like the knife that took the life of my Wendy bird. 

I never say goodbye when I leave. It's too final. I never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting. I just can't bring myself to say that to Wendy. Instead, I tell her I'll come back tomorrow. Sometimes, I don't even leave. I sit on the ground leaning against her bed, and I stay the whole night, trying not to fall asleep, because fresh pain will just hit me again in the morning. 

Wendy's POV

I can hear him crying every night over my body. I'm still there, trapped inside the sweet darkness of his magic. In a way, I think it's just like him. Peter emodies the concept of magic. Powerful and soft, amazing and terrible, all at the same time. But when I hear him telling me he loves me, over and over every night, I want so badly to say that it's okay, that I'm here, that he's forgiven. But I can't speak. I can't move. I can't even cry. 

Peter's POV

I never stop thinking about her. Sometimes, I can't remember which moments were real and which ones were lies. I think that villains like me don't get happy endings. But Wendy should've gotten hers. She deserved it. I suppose a fire that burns that bright was never meant to last. It's my fault anyway. I used her, and I fell in love by acciddent. I played her like one of my games, and this is the price I have to pay. 

I think about the night she came back to save me all the time. I found the dreamshade, of course, but I can still see her standing up to Blackbeard, with her courage on display for everyone to see. I used to think that courage meant doing something even though you're scared, but I realize now that is called bravery. Courage is doing something even though you know you're going to fail. When I think about Wendy and Blackbeard fighting the night he killed her, I know she had both. And I wonder what I would've done in her place. 

Now, I wait for Hook to come back with Rumplestiltskin, and try hope a little harder every day. 

(A/N)

Hey guys, I just wanted to clear this up. Rumplestiltskin isn't Peter's son in this story. 

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