Heart

- III -

You were hesitant to leave Pan's side, paranoid that someone, your parents at most, will somewhat pop in and take you back home. It was the last thing on your mind. If there's was another thing that bugged you, other than your paranoia, your parents held that title.

At a young age, they've had predicaments night after night, day after day, and you had no clue why. Obviously, you were too terrified to speak up, resulting to why you shut yourself to the world. Your only release was to record your thoughts through art, it helped escape reality and the banging in your head. But you always believed, that one day, maybe one day, you won't need to escape anything anymore.

Drawing & painting you thought was the only solution to avoiding it, until Pan decided to scare the crap out of you, one night. That night, where you dropped your paintbrush and pencil, just to grab his hand and earn some freedom. You couldn't be more thankful.

But now, even if you're standing on Neverland's ground, your brained reeked of paranoia. It wasn't that you hated them, no.

You didn't want to leave behind a certain lost boy just yet.

You felt Pan's hand on your shoulder, a reassuring grin making its way to his face.

"The boys'll keep you company. I won't be long, love."

With a huff, and slightly hesitation, you followed his orders, and joined the celebration. Initially, you were shy, but soon enough, you blended in with the others; laughing and dancing around the blossoming fire.

As you were occupied by the lost boys, Pan earned a moment with Felix. He eyed you momentarily, before releasing a defeated sigh.

"You can't fall for her," Felix started.

"But I did."

"Does she know?"

Pan shot him a curious look, eyes practically shouting out the words 'Know what?'.

"That she holds the heart of the truest believer?"

Pan froze at his statement, and glanced over at you. You were happy, content.. & free. It nearly killed him to see you that way.

"She has no idea."

Exactly. You had no absolute idea. You had no idea, that your heart was the key for him to keep loving you, protecting you, caring for you. But he also knows, that it will be his biggest regret, if he chooses it.

And he was not preparing for that to happen.

-

You've awoken from your slumber, finding yourself covered in ...Pan's top? Hold on-how did you even end up inside? Itching to find some answers, you hastily left the tent.

It didn't take a long time for you to find him, as he was sitting on a rock, just outside his tent, fiddling around with his pipe.

You gulped nervously, and turned away, as soon as he noticed your presence. It wasn't because you didn't wish to meet his eyes, but since you weren't quite ready to witness a boy showing off his upper, naked flesh.

"You could stay if you'd prefer."

Slowly twisting your head, you faced Pan, the sight of him without any upper clothing on was enough to make your cheeks redden in embarrassment. Clearing your throat, you handed him his clothes, but he didn't bother taking them, only continuing to stare at the fire, lips blowing the pipe. Retreating your hand, you took a seat from the rock across him.

The silence dominated the atmosphere, nothing but the sound of him his pipe could be heard. Gazing up, you stared at him, as he resumed to create a tune on his instrument.

You found yourself succumbing to his melody, closing your eyes, and swaying along with the calming sound. Although it sounded ridiculous, it emptied your mind, blocking out everything that was a bother. You were sighing in content.

When his little performance ended, you opened your eyes, surprised to meet his own. You turned your head away, smiling lightly yourself, while he chuckled.

"Something the matter?"

"Y-You.. just um-I mean.. nevermind."

Pan stood from his seat, and you followed suit. He glanced at the stars, before looking back at you.

In an instant, he was in front of you towering over your small figure. The limited space, and his toned body was adequate in weakening your knees. Your breath hitched against your throat, feeling his hand reach for your wrist, slowly trailing down to your fingers. His neared his lips your ear, and you nearly shuddered.

"It's late, love. You should head to bed."

His hand reached down for his clothes, grabbing them as he finally opened the distance for the two of you. Quickly placing his clothes back on, he grinned lightly, before striding back to his tent.

Although he did it to retreat his clothes, the simple gesture was enough for you to feel a tingly sensation inside. Smiling like a school girl, you were dazed as you walked back towards your tent.

But-where exactly was it again?