HI GUYS! I'm new so my apologies if this fic is short. It's just an experiment. :)
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Peter went back to his room in silence, hoping no one would hear. He quickly glanced behind—he saw a boy with short blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and was wearing a ragged yet clean clothing. Peter knows for sure that he had seen him before, but no memory came.
"Hello," the boy said, combing his hair with his soft polished fingers.
He's definitely not from Neverland.
"Who are you?", Peter said, looking at him locking their eyes. The boy looked at Peter in confusion, hoping that he remembered him.
"You don't remember?", the boy asked. You can sense and hear the disappointment in his voice and boy looked down and slowly walked away from him.
Peter tried to grab his hand, but failed. He ran to the forest before the older one could catch him. He ignored the point that he doesn't remember his own brother. He quickly moved on and went back to the village where he belonged. He opened the door of his family's cottage—his mom ran down the stairs over-joyed; but when she saw his son alone, the joy turned into deep sadness.