So, I am not particularly happy with this one, maybe to OOC. Any way, I hope you read it, and if you take the time to review and help me, you will make me very happy indeed.

But most importantly, I hope you enjoy.

Oh, and obviously I do not own Peter Pan and all the characters.

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Then I am your friend no more.

His words are echoing in my head over and over again, not since the moment he said them, because I didn't believed him, but since the moment I saw his eyes, looking down at the Wendy, not giving as much as a second glance to me while I was understanding and breaking... that cold indifference in his eyes, not even blinking, that I did believe

It is funny, though, how easily I can ignore them now, when before I could not. I should have ignored those words when they were telling me that accepting to collaborate with Hook was a good idea.

But may be this is what it takes for them to be quiet. I have known a fear worse than loosing Peter to the Wendy, and it was loosing him for good, forever.

And now, as I swallow the poisoned medicine, I can see it.

Then I am your friend no more. But I will always be your friend, Peter, it does not matter if you do not wish to be mine.

What an effective poison. I can already feel cold, a rather different kind of coldness. A lonely one.

I see you coming towards me. You were angry at first, but I think you can sense this strange, different coldness as quickly as me. I can see it in your eyes that you are confused. And how could you not be? You have never seen death so close, I wonder if you can even name what this happening before your eyes is.

"Tink, why is your light going out?"

This lonely coldness cries a cry so loud I can barely hear your voice. But somehow, I can feel it, yes, I can feel it, the fright hidden in your words, in your missing smile...

You are scared, are you not?

Peter, I once told you that fairies are way too tiny to hold in them more than one feeling at a time... Well, right now, my happiness is bigger than my fear. Even when I am about to die, I am more happy than I am scared, because you will get to live.

I wish you could know it, Peter, I wish I could tell you that I am all happy. I feel too weak even to manage a smile, but I have never felt such joy ever since I exist. I have saved you, you are still here. Knowing this, Peter, I can finally see the awfully big adventure.

"Stay warm, Tink"

I hear you speaking, while I witness how the shadow of true sadness hits you. Your eyes have always had a world within, and now, through my burry sight, I can see all to well how it crumbles, just as if a star was becoming nothing. Your soul, it is almost as if I could hear the pieces shattering against the floor.

I know this one is my last spark of life, but wherever I go afterwards, I know I shall always remember the last thing I ever lived. Peter Pan, breaking before my own eyes.

Oh.

So, Peter, you do love me after all...

You do love me.