Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

Leaving Home 2/2

(Y/N)= Your Name
Words= 2059

"Welcome to Neverland."

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Minutes turned into hours, that turned into slow-moving days and soon to be months.

"Months.." you whispered to yourself while you sat on the bed and tugged on one of your bootstraps, "I have been here months and months and months.."

Yes, that is true. You have been here months, but you also lost track of those months well knowing that it's been at least 11, maybe more..

Now, there could be a whole timeline plotting what all happened to you while you were here, but that would be like trying to read an alien language at the speed of light. Make sense? No? Great! That's how it's suppose to feel.

You were in love.

Cheesy? Yeah, I guess so. But, you wouldn't lie, you felt so strongly about these uncharted feelings. You would surely make a map!

"Peter we need to talk," you hoist your bow into a comfortable position in your back, "it's important." You rasped. It was hard to talk about, even just building the courage to even bring it up in a mirror was almost nonexistent.

(Let me remind you I suck as sad stuff unless it's me crying)

"Hmm?" He hummed, happily weaving a doll.

Probably for the youngins.

He did that a lot, weaving dolls, it must have been a past hobby..

"I..I have to go back," You could curl into a ball. Sadly, all you could do was hunch your shoulders and try to look small.

He dropped the doll, mid-weave.

"I.. Uh, I need to talk it over with them."

"(Y/N) what do you mean you need to go back," he flung his arms around in the air, "It's perfect here! You're happy here!"

"I.. I know, Peter. This is one of my worst nightmares. But, I've been gone for so long and I love them. They're my family, just as much as you," your voice was frail now and your throat stung just enough to be noticeable, but mild enough to be able to push the feeling away, "I'll be-"

"You can't go," he yelled at you. This was so, so very unlike him. Yes, he yelled at the lost boys for being too rowdy or when they stared at you or Wendy for too long but this.. This wasn't hm. He never yelled at you.

You were about to say something, but your glass throat finally broke. The ball dropped.

Blurry Vision
Blurry Vision
Blurry Vision
Blurry Vision

It was so much right now.

I thought I was strong.

You looked down at your feet, it wasn't until then that your realized how soft you'd gotten, how frail your bones had grown, how your heart moved further and further up your sleeve until it was practically in your hands, open to the public..

"Bird?"

His head snapped up from the resting position it was in his hand. He looked at you like someone looked at the moon, complete admiration.

He really saw it then, he saw how this really broke you, how this may have been hard for him, but.. For you? He hadn't realized that at all.

Everyone was broken, at this point. Your feelings had drowned you with hazy eyes and your senses were dulled by his embrace. It was crazy how you didn't even remember him walking over to you, how you didn't realize it until you could smell his must and the pine on his cloak.