I was lonely and scared of what I couldn't see. I desperately hoped help would come to me. I believed help would come to me. I believed help would save me. Little did I know, help would come in a dark, beautiful, and dangerously enchanting way. I got caught up in something beyond just me. I got caught up in him, all of him. He saved me from the dark, only to bring me into something darker. He was Peter, Peter Pan.

My fear is so deep that a thousand years couldn't save me now.

Peter Pan imagines and sometimes Robbie Kay

"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?"