You, Pan, and His Twin ✓ [OUAT Peter Pan X Reader]

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Peter's POV

I stood there in silence as Y/N kept yelling at me. I've got to admit, part of what she's saying is right.

But the part where Henry "catches" us, I didn't plan that at all .

When she turned and ran into the forest, I didn't stop her. She needed a break.

From Neverland.

From magic.

From drama...

From me.

Taking a deep breath, I covered my face with my hands. I lit a fire and sat on a nearby log.

Where did I go wrong?

****TIME SKIP****

It's been two hours and Y/N still hasn't returned. Standing up, I followed her steps into the forest.

I entered the Echo Caves, and found her curled up in a ball, sleeping right by the cave's opening.

She looked so beautiful, peaceful, too. Dry tears stained her face.

Carefully lifting up her head, I took her bag and opened it.

Phone. Crackers. Water. Earphones. Pencils. Old clothes. And a notebook.

On the first page was a bunch of doodles. Some of them were smudged, probably from all her crying.

On the next page, there were a bunch of words.

I began reading and realized it was a song.

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Home

Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me...

Look, I didn't power through the struggle
Just to let a little trouble, knock me out of my position
And interrupt the vision
After everything I witnessed, after all of these decisions
All these miles, feet, inches
They can't add up to the distance
That I have been through, just to get to
A place where even if there's no closure, I'm still safe
I still ache from trying to keep pace
Somebody give me a sign, I'm starting to lose faith

Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I'm so far that it feels like it's all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I'm trying to find a

Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
(it's been a long time coming)
Someone take me
Home, home
Home, home
Someone take me
Home, home
Home, home

Look, I been through so much pain
And it's hard to maintain, any smile on my face
'Cause there's madness on my brain
So I gotta make it back, but my home ain't on the map
Gotta follow what I'm feeling to discover where it's at
I need the (memory)
In case this fate is forever, just to be sure these last days are better
And if I have any (enemies)
To give me the strength to look the devil in the face and make it home safe

Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I'm so far that it feels like it's all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I'm trying to find a

Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me...

I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I'm all alone
I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I'm all alone (someone take me...)

Home, home
Take me home
Home, home, take me home
Someone take me
Home, home (someone, someone, no place like home)
Home, home
(Someone take me...)

Dang, is that what she really felt about Neverland? No one has ever felt that way about this island before.

Nobody wanted to leave.

Y/N was different, she wanted to pack her bags and go.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I knew what I had to do.

I quietly tore the page from the notebook, folded it, and stuffed it into my pocket.

I conjured up a blanket and tucked Y/N in, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and left the cave.

I sat myself at my work table, inside my treehouse.

I pulled out the notebook paper and a pencil.

I got to work.

I wrote all through the night. But nothing made me feel better about my situation with Y/N. Yet, I kept on writing.

I'm sorry.