His Lost Girl

His Lost Girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 20, 2020
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Fanfic
Once Upon A Time
©Loyallyric for the cover. I love it, thank you so much for taking the time to do it. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°• In the midst of the enchanted forest goes the notorious thief named Diana. Always on the run, a hefty bounty on her head, not to mention that she was on every kingdom's death list, Diana was determined to outrun her enemies. She saw her perfect chance when she heard the sound of soft mellow tones being played from a flute somewhere around her. It was an opportunity she could never pass up on. --- In the mysterious Island of Neverland lived a boy who never aged. Peter Pan. For decades and decades he has lived with only his lost boys around. Nothing but pure fun and games - in their eyes that is - all day long. If there was one thing Peter Pan was good at since the time he's been there was that ; Peter Pan never fails. He wanted magic? He succeeded. He wanted youth? He succeeded. Peter Pan has never failed anything for aslong as he remembered. Until she came into the picture. He didn't want to fall in love? He failed. "I'm sorry, darling, but villains don't deserve happy endings.." "Yes, they do. They just have to earn it the hard way."
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Camera

My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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