Heart

- VII -

"I never should've trusted him. For God's sake, I never should've believed in him."

Wendy reached over, and gently wiped away another tear that fell from your eyes. They glistened, the tears continued to form; deep down, you couldn't find the will to stop yourself from crying. But it was almost unclear why.

Were you crying because of his betrayal?

Or the fact that soon, his presence won't be a part of your predicament anymore?

It's painful recalling those memories that he engraved in your mind. But, nothing hurts more than failing to erase them. As you continued to think to yourself, you noticed that the never-ending tears suddenly stopped. Wendy was silent, and you appreciated her for not bombarding you with unnecessary questions.

As you cleared your throat, you quickly wiped away your dry tears using your sleeves. Sighing in exhaustion, you turned your attention to the silent blonde sitting across from you.

"I-I have to give him my heart. I can't let him go so easily. I'll accept the consequences," you silently admitted. Wendy extended her hand, and placed it over yours.

"You're far too warm-hearted. But you can't sacrifice yourself for his cruel and selfish needs. You deserve happiness too."

You bit your lip, lowering your head lightly.

"But what if my only happiness, is to see him alive..?"

-

He'd been staring, contemplating, thinking, as his eyes watched the remaining contents of the hourglass rush down by the second. He knew he'd disappear soon, and he wanted to disappear with you, forgetting about him, not grieving. He purposely desired for you to hate him, so he wouldn't witness your corpse on his arms.

"Time's running out, Pan." Felix suddenly said and added;

"I thought Peter Pan never fails?"

Pan glanced at him, and smirked before his reply.

"Peter Pan doesn't love either, but some things could change."

The moment he replied, the instant he regretted saying it. A soft, melodic voice rang in his ear, and his eyes widened in shock and surprise. Was that-

"Peter..?"

No.

No.

You weren't suppose to pity him.

You were meant to despise him, hate him, wish he'd disappear. Why were you here now?

"What are you doing here?"

His tone sent a dagger to your heart, but you ignored it. You watched as his back no longer faced you, but his chest did. His eyes were puzzled.

"Where's Wendy? I'm sure she'd love to witness my body disintegrating into the air when I'm gone."

"I told her she wasn't invited."

"Why not?"

You inhaled a small breath, turning your attention to the rushing hourglass as you replied.

"Because I didn't want her to witness my corpse on her arms."

Gazing back to him, you watched as his lips parted in shock. His eyes were panicked, racking his brains for any coherent thoughts.

"I don't need your heart."

"Because you already have it."

"...Physical-wise, I don't."

You scoffed at his weak response, but you could see the seriousness in his expression. You approached him, and he cooperated, staying stiff. You extended your hand, and he returned the gesture with a curious gaze.

"Well? I need you to take my heart, don't I? Tell me what to do."

Pan glanced at the hourglass momentarily, then back at you. His next sudden movement, caught you off guard.

He pulled your hand, crashing your petite figure to his chest, his lips landing over yours.