a young girl walking through the streets of paris at dawn in search of her fairytale romance. a young boy wandering through a city he's known his entire life in search of someone real. paris, at dawn, is the best paris. UNEDITED

[A NEVERLAND TALE] "What are those?" "Earbuds" "What are those...?" "They make it so when I play music only I can hear it" "How" All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 | Pinkars

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"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?"

The feeling was infinite, timeless, magnificent. The pleasure unwilling to stop when time was definite. Her lips only left me unimaginably yearning, yearning for the touch again.