A/N: so, if you read my author update in my profile, you would know that I lost most of my stories in a clearbook. Anyway, this is one of the few that I saved in my computer. Hope you like this!
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, but I do own this. COPYRIGHT! haha
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"This belongs to you and only you." I said in a whisper, only audible to the one boy I wanted to hear it. He said nothing but looked at me with curious eyes. I leaned closer to him, his limp body under mine. My lips inched closer and closer to his; I could feel his breath tickle my face. Right there in front of Captain Hook and his crew, in front of the lost boys, in front of my brothers…I kissed him.
I woke up with a small gasp. My eyes stared into pitch-black darkness. My shaking hands found the lamp on my bedside table and pulled the switch. I realized that I was sweating; my body was hot despite the cold winter air that was blowing through my open window.
It was that dream again. The dream that always taken me from my slumber. The dream that had left me thinking every time. The dream with that boy…that boy who haunted me. The boy who stole my heart.
It has been years since I last saw him. Six years, to be exact. Of course, I have changed a lot…I grew up. He hasn't changed one bit, I suppose. For, as all children grow up, he remains a boy forever.
It may have been only a dream, like the ones I keep on having. Maybe, he was only my imagination. Maybe, everything is just a distant, fading fantasy. But, it can't be. Everything seemed so real, as if I've seen them with my own eyes. He, too, seemed so real…so close. I suppose it is…but, how? How can it explain everything I know and feel? I'm sure I've seen them. I'm sure he's real. I touched my lips and felt his kiss. Our kiss. Could it me that everything I've been dreaming of only feels real, but they never are? That everything I think I remember are just life-like figments of my imagination?
I need to see my psychiatrist first thing in the morning.
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Outside the window was a boy. A boy floating in mid-air, staring at the girl inside. He was happy that, even in the distance, he can see her. Even is she was unconscious, he can kiss her goodnight. He thought that if he did, she would remember him. But, even if she did, they can never be. For she grew older every day and every year, while he watches in the distance as she pondered long and hard whether he was real or not.
"Goodnight, Wendy." He whispered as he gave her one last look before he returned to Neverland.
Fin.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short! I was just so bored in class. My journalism teacher is a cow, doesn't know anything. She failed me! Damn her. I'm in the school paper and she fails me in effing journalism. Anyway....REVIEW!!! haha.