•it's going to hurt all over again• Peter Pan and Wendy darling fanfic

part 15.

-THRID PERSON NARRATION-

Wendy hadn't woken up for days, Pan spent endless days pacing their room trying to decide what to do, Lucas just wanted his best friends to wake up and Bailey, he was experiencing some past emotions resurfacing he seemed to miss Wendys presents now she wasn't there.

the entire camp had fallen silent for the most part, the trees seem darker, and Pan, well when he wasn't contemplating Wendy's future he was terrorizing everyone else, shouting, screaming, throwing things, the boys hadn't seen him so angry and frustrated since the last time she left.

this time though Wendy's departure was worse because this time she was still there physically though nobody could reach her, they had looked through everything to see if they could find anything that would wake her, but nothing.

Pan thought 'true loves kiss' but he didn't think anybody was currently in love with her, and he wasn't risking outing his biggest weakness.

Pan wished she would wake up, he wanted to dance with her, kiss her, love her?.. 'no pan doesn't love' pan thought to himself.

Wendy laid there so peacefully, so almost looked happy, or at least relaxed, pan hated that, she looked happier in her slumber than with him.

Pan didn't want to feel this, he knew that loving her again would come with its consequences, but he couldn't help it, he was so drawn to her, her beauty, he wanted her pureness, her happiness, her kindness, she was everything he wasn't and he liked that it made him feel complete, he feels free when he's with her, though nothing could wrong as long as she's by his side, he was old and his enemies would have a field day if they found Pan had learned to love something so innocent and pure.

pan sat watching her, she twitched slightly but pan didn't move as she did it a lot, but this time she whispered something "peter" she said, his eyes darted to her, "Wendy?" he questioned, no reply, pan ignored it, as he'd heard her say things a lot in his mind and once again he thought he'd become a slave to his sub-conscious.

"Peter," she said again this time louder, pan rushed to her side and stroked her cheek, "baby?" he asks,  "Peter," she says and latches onto his arm, "please," she says,"what?" he asks, "don't leave," she says, 

"never" he whispered to her.