Heart

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You heart was racing, and you could feel it beat fast against your chest. His lips molded into yours, and you could feel your knees, weakening from his kiss.

You parted mid-way for air, but he wasn't planning on ending it so soon, as he cupped your face, and brought his lips over yours in another session. This kiss was laced with guilt, as if he regretted every venomous word he'd said to you. You could almost hear him mumbling a small, incoherent 'I'm sorry' against your lips, and you knew you've already forgiven him.

As you both parted for air, he kept his gaze fixed upon you. Your tears made your eyes gleam, but they weren't tears of sadness, instead they were relief, and joy.

"Please, take my heart. I don't want you to leave."

He leaned his forehead against yours, staying silent for a moment, his eyes were closed shut. Suddenly, he released his heavy grip on yours, and retreated on his steps.

"But didn't you tell me? ..I already have your heart."

You will always be the only person that he'll admired when you call him by his first name.

And you will always be the only person that'll make him weaker, but will care less of the pain.

And finally, you will always, always, be the one person he'd consider his only lost girl.

With a final smile, you watched in terror, as smoke succumbed his body, as he slowly vanished into the air. You rushed over, reaching your hand outwards just for the last time..

but it was too late.

He was gone.

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With Pan's presence missing in Neverland, it was no use in staying there. You bid everyone a final farewell, and left with the use of pixie dust, given by Pan.

You were numb, you were beyond upset at the fact that he left you a big scar deep down.

At this night, you wouldn't be crying. You'd still be dancing around with the lost boys. Or maybe even scraping yourself with 50 shades of wood, and have Pan tend those wounds with care. Or maybe, listening to him play a lullaby on his pipe before bed time.

But he's gone now.

He left.

That'll never happen again.

-Or maybe it can.

You quickly jumped out of bed, and rushed towards your drawing desk. Rapidly picking up your drawing utensil, you smiled as you began to vanish from reality, and recall all your memories from Neverland.

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