"They claim that you are.. promiscuous, and unashamedly so." I said boldly, as we were alone in the vast hall. "Promiscuous?" he chuckled, a sheepish grin crawling upon his face. "No, Ms Devereaux, I simply dip my cup where there is plenty, and my dear, the world's pleasures are undoubtedly plentiful." he stated, lowering his voice. His eyes - full of mischief as he tossed the apple, catching it in his palm as it fell. "If only you are willing take them." He placed the fruit in my hand and with a nod of his head, he turned on his heel and left me without words.. {cover creds: robbie-idkay on Tumblr}

"I knew you couldn't. No matter how many times you tell yourself that you are strong, you're not. I think you wanted me to find you. You wanted me to talk to you. Because you're still that same scared, weak girl you were when I met you. In fact, I wish I would have killed you then." He hissed, smirking at her. He felt so powerful in that moment. He thought he had finally won. He was getting the heart he needed. And Eden was suffering. "You're right. I haven't changed... nor completely. I'm a fool for still loving you." She whispered. Pans smirk faded, yet he said nothing. He showed no expression on his face. He just stared at the girl, with tears in her eyes. The heart break she carried with her all these years showed. She looked restless. Hopeless. Lost... "Yes. You are a fool. Because with ever fiber in my being, with all the emotion I have left in me, I hate you, Eden."

"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?"

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."

What if there was a time when Peter Pan wasn't evil, when he was the way every fairy tale book portrayed him? I wouldn't be lying when I said there was. In Maine there is a small town known as Storybooke. You may think you know everything about it, and everyone in it. But I can guarantee you there is one you have not met. 18 year old Haven, was once a girl who never grew up, in a land that is every child's imagination. She's always been an orphan, that was until Snow and Emma took her in. She always refused to tell anyone about her past. And that was only because it involves the one and only Peter Pan. What happens when she joins Emma to find Henry at Neverland?

I need her back. She showed me a life that was better than my last one. She made me fall in love. Then she was taken away. Some people wonder why I, Peter Pan, am the worst of the worst when it comes to villains. And I'll tell you why: because they took the love of my life away.

Look at the stars, and how they shine for you.