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The wind could scream around her as loud as it wanted to but still the thoughts in her head would scream louder. And Peter Pan could clasp and pull her as close as he wished but her eyes would refuse to look back at his. The salty sea would stay far behind them and the trees low beneath them for the entire flight to their next stop, and not once could she find the reason or courage to let him see what's in her eyes, in her mind that she couldn't hide. She could never. If, even for a moment, she allowed those seeping green eyes of Satan to catch a glimpse of her uncertainty then she'd be handing him exactly what he wants.
And why fate lined up just for him to get exactly what he wants, she doesn't care.
She'll fucking fight fate.