Sad oneshot.

Cause I'm out of school, I guess.

And I'm feeling a little sad.

Disclaimer: Peter Pan is not mine.


"She was leaving you, Pan."

The taunting voice still echoed darkly in Peter's nightmares. The satisfied, sadistic smirk still burned bright in the light of the moon, flickering within forget-me-not irises. Peter could still feel the intense pain as Hook smashed the hilt of his sword into Peter's forehead and threw him to the cold wood of the Jolly Roger's deck. Above him were stars. Stars and Hook's sneer, which was almost as poisonous as the words coming from the man's mouth.

Peter didn't want to admit it, but in those moments he had wondered if he'd ever have another happy thought. As Wendy shed tears over his seemingly imminent death. As the Lost Boys struggled to save him. As his nemesis monologued about death and being alone, Peter realized he was alone. And the darkness hiding within that lonely feeling chased all his happy thoughts away.

Yet even in that brief and glorious moment when Wendy had kissed him, he knew his fate. Even though the thoughts of her scent and the feel of her lips against his in the cold could make him fly, he was doomed. Peter had always been forgetful, and he had forgotten, when he was with her, that he was cursed to be alone. Hook had merely reminded him of a solid fact hidden in the back of Peter's mind: he was alone.

Hook had been right, of course, and Wendy had gone home. Peter had watched through the stained glass nursery window as she was reunited with her family. And with his family, for the Lost Boys who had so recently tried to rescue him had abandoned him for the comfort of a family. As Peter Pan turned his back on Wendy, promising that he wouldn't forget her, it was plainer than ever before.

He could not have that glowing happiness behind the stained glass.

He must always be alone.