"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."

he may look like a boy but he's a bloody demon, and this bloody demon wants to play. - ❝what does he want?❞ ❝you.❞

"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?"

Everyone knows the story of Peter Pan. Some people even know the real one. The one where he abandoned his son in turn for eternal youth. Where he later had to search high and low for the "heart of the truest believer", but what they don't know, is what happened in the time in between those stories. A time even before the Darlings. A time when a girl came to Neverland. A girl that would turn his whole world upside down and inside out