Chapter One : My Greatest Weakness
Peter's POV
{I've never opened up to anyone, so hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms} -Cold As Stone, Lady Antebellum
"You won't forget me, will you?"
I let Wendy's words sink in. Of course I'd forget… She'd nearly forgotten her very own parents in a mere matter of days. Come tomorrow, I wouldn't remember a thing about her. I didn't want to. She's my weakness- if I ever decide to grow up; she'll be the reason why. I must never grow up. Of course, sharing such thoughts with her would be a burden, a weight too heavy to bear.
"Me? Forget? Never!" I lied easily, but felt a pang in my gut.
Lying had become too easy. Without another word, I took off into the night. Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning. Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning. I repeated it in my head like a mantra. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning. Second star to the right, and don't look back. Second star to the right, and don't turn around. Second star to the right, and never have to worry about growing old. Second star to the right, and she'll fade away. Second star to the right, Peter.
I laughed out loud. I had a really bad tendency to talk to myself in third person- mostly inside my head, like just now, mind you.
Peter, you left your family behind. You spent a few moons in the Neverland, and when you returned, the window was closed, another boy asleep in your bed.
I looked down and yelped. I'd nearly plummeted straight into the water. My thoughts were not happy, on the contrary, they were dragging me down. What was wrong with me?
"Love?" Wendy's voice echoed in my mind.
"Peter, you're going to fall," Tink observed in her fairy voice it seemed few could understand but me.
"I know, Tink," I sighed, "There's just a lot on my mind, you know?"
Tink twirled a ball of pixie dust in her hands, then shaped it into a heart with an arrow through it.
"No! You crazy?!" I put my arms by my side and accelerated. Of course, I felt guilty for snapping at Tink almost instantaneously. She was, after all, even if I could never admit it, right.
"Tink, wait! I'm sorry!" I yelled as she flew off in the opposite direction of the second star to the right. I hovered for a few seconds, sighed, then took off after her, dodging streetlights and carriages. Tink kept a steady pace and remained several meters in front of me. Annoyingly enough, she could fly a little faster than me. I came to abrupt stop behind her, in front of a window I recognized in a heartbeat.