The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Thirty-Five.

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Days in Neverland: 365

I never really thought about how much I would miss my friends until I realized I would never see them again.

This was it. The last day in Neverland. I wanted to cry and laugh and do a victory dance all at the same time. Half of the day I spent with Mikah, the other half I spent in the cave trying to figure out how to tell Peter Pan that I knew what he was going to do. Right now I was with Mikah. My time with her was almost up. We were sharpening our swords for no real reason, only because it would give us time to talk as well as an excuse to not talk at all. We conversed a little, but there was one question I was dying to ask that I couldn't figure out how to say.

I paused while sharpening my sword. "Mikah?" I was a little afraid to ask.

"Hmm?" She stopped sharpening her own sword and looked up at me.

I hesitated, trying to form the question in my mind. "If you... know something you know you shouldn't know about someone, would you just... confront them about it? Or... would you just leave it alone?"

She seemed a bit confused by my choice of words, but I knew she got the gist of what I was saying. She leaned forward. "Well, that depends. If it's bad, then yes, you should confront them. If it's just something you've observed about them, you should probably just keep it to yourself."

"But what if it's really, really bad? What if you know you should confront them but you're too afraid to? What if you love them so much you don't want the secret to be the truth? What if...." I stopped.

"What?" Mikah whispered. "Is it Pan? Is it something Pan has done? Is he doing it right now?"

My eyes began to well up. Tears spilled out of my eyes, and I lowered my head so that hopefully no one else would notice. I felt a hand lifting my chin and looked up into Mikah's glistening eyes. I dove into her chest and wrapped my arms around her. I began to cry, and even though I tried to make the cries quiet, they came out kind of loud.

"Oh, dearest, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" she chuckled, her voice breaking at the end as she put her buff arms around me. She had gotten really strong in that year.

I cried for a very long time. I knew she was crying, too, because I felt her tears in my hair. After at least thirty minutes I finally stopped crying. She still held me, and I was glad, because I was shaking.

"I didn't want the puzzle to be so big," I whispered to her. She listened and didn't ask a single question. "I wanted it to be small. Now I have all the pieces; Every step, every detail, all of it. The bigger picture is rapidly falling into place, and I don't know how to stop it." I sighed shakily and gave a humorless smile. "I just don't know if I have enough time."

She kissed my head and smoothed my hair back and out of my face. "You look terrible. How much sleep have you been getting?"

I shrugged. "About half an hour every night."

"You're insomnia's coming back."

"Of course it is. When we return to our worlds, it'll be as if no time has passed at all. I'll still have insomnia."

She looked away from me then, shaking her head. "When you return."

I released her and sat up. "What're you talking about?"

She shook her head again and smiled. It looked painful. "Me and Jonathan aren't going to wake up in our worlds. Neither will Edith. Or Ellis. Or Picies. We'll wake up wherever we go when we die."