"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

"Where am I?" I ask. The boy's smirk only grows as he begins to take slow steps towards me. As much as I want to back away when he comes close, I stand my ground. I notice that his eyes are a shade of green that is so dark they could almost be black. I take a deep breath to try to ease my panic. I can feel my hands shaking at my sides. He gets so close to me that if I were to shift my weight I would nudge him. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He sing-songs. I become annoyed with his mocking. "Well, then who are you?" I continue to question him. "Wouldn't believe that either." He speaks from behind me. What does he mean that I won't believe him? "Try me." I grit through my teeth. "My name is Peter." He says, finally stopping in front of me. I cross my arms and shift my weight to my right. "Why wouldn't I believe.." "Pan." "Excuse me?" I say, convinced that I had misheard. "My name is Peter Pan."