Imagine... Pan playing his pipes to comfort you.
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Everyone else was asleep. You were still crying alone on the forest floor.
Pan stood from his seat across the camp and moved over to you. Sitting down on the ground in front of you.
He leaned forward and began playing a song on his pipes. He was trying to comfort you, but it wasn't working.
"Stop it, that's not helping."
You say wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.
He sat up pulling the pipes away from his mouth. He just sat there staring at you.
"Just leave me alone Pan."
He felt a sharp pain in his chest. Not even 5 hours ago did you call him Peter for the first time in years and now there you are. Back to calling him Pan.
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