The Dark Days

Thirty-Two: Epilogue.

This took weeks to complete. Weeks. At first I was just going to make this a bunch of Parts, but then I decided that that would take way too long and decided to just go with it like this. This counts as eight parts in one, and the total word count is about 12,923, so y'all better be really freaking grateful. This is the last chapter, so make sure to vote and comment!! Lots of love!!

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It's been a little over three years since Peter finished our house. I went through high school in Storybrooke; While the people in the town were very apprehensive of Peter, they welcomed me with open arms. Don't you just love small towns?

Today is seven days after my twentieth birthday. Peter takes me to a secluded spot in the woods for "stargazing". We all know that as soon as the candles were blown out he'll start getting restless.

We appear in the center of the small clearing, which had small lights and candles everywhere. It has a perfect view of the sky. "It's perfect," I tell him, and he kisses me dizzy for the millionth time that day. I smile against his lips and after a short while he pulls away and sits down on the quilt I had no idea we were standing on. He tugs at my pant leg and I sit down next to him. I look at the sky, put my head on his shoulder, and sigh. "Tonight's a good night."

He hums. "The news also said there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," he muses, his mouth touching my head. "Hope we stay awake long enough to see it."

"It's not staying awake that worries me," I mumble, and he chuckles as he kisses my head.

After about ten minutes, I yawn, stretch, and lay back, tugging Peter's arm so he'll do the same. We snuggle up together and the lights and candles around us go out. I stare up at the sky as he kisses my forehead and puts his own against my temple. My head is on his shoulder and his left arm is under my back, hugging my body to him. My left hand is intertwined with his. My right hand points to the sky as I point to the constellations and name them off. When I name all the ones I can see he chuckles and kisses my hair. "Kasey Marie Trevers, I am deeply, irrevocably, and utterly in love with you." And he kisses my hair again. His right arm comes across us and rubs my left arm, which is exposed other than the small, thin black jacket I wear. I shiver and snuggle deeper into his side.

We wait for fifteen minutes. I begin to yawn again. "I'm sleepy," I complain to the sky. "When's the show going to start?"

Peter chuckles. Then he seizes up. "I almost forgot!" He helps me stand as he stands with me and digs his hand into the back pocket of his jeans.

I stare at his hand suspiciously. "Peter Pan, what're you doing?"

He smirks and tells me to close my eyes. I don't. "Kasey," he whines, "come on. I put a lot of effort into making this night perfect." I pout and he pecks my lips, nipping at my bottom lip. I close my eyes and the hand I'm holding shifts ever so slightly.

"You know I hate surprises," I say, and he chuckles.

"Yes, I know."

"So why must you insist on always making everything a surprise?"

"Because I love seeing your eyes light up every time you open them." His answer makes my heart flutter.

He takes a deep breath and when it comes out, it's very shaky. "Okay. You can open your eyes now." My eyes slip open and time stops.

Peter Pan is down on one knee, his right hand holding my left one. And is his left hand, held up by the tips of his fingers, is a huge diamond ring. My hands cover my mouth as tears pool my eyes. Peter smiles; his eyes are moist, too.