It was days later - at least that's what it felt like. Time didn't really pass in any sort of recognizable pattern there - when Peter sat behind the front counter again. His elbow was resting on the glass top, his chin in his hand as he just watched
Felix move around the shop. His steps were smooth, too smooth, as he appeared to almost float across the floor. Peter knew if he stared long enough he would eventually see it. The signs that another vision now haunted his world once more.
A hand casually brushing through an object, a foot carelessly stepping through a table leg, possibly even a glitch in the air causing the figure to shutter like bad tv reception. The visions were never careful about making themselves appear completely convincing.
It was when Peter finally saw Felix's arm pass through the corner of one of the tables that he turned his gaze away with a hint of disgust. He was tired of this guessing game. Tired of seeing these visions every day. Sometimes multiple times a day.
Peter often wished he could meet Felix for real in this realm. Wished he could tell him in death all the things he was never able to in life. But Peter had no idea where Felix could possibly be. He figured the underworld was a massive place despite only having ever seen that little strip of Storybrooke's main street. There was no telling where Felix was right then.
The backs of cold fingers suddenly grazed over Peter's cheek causing the boy to flinch away from the touch. His blue eyes narrowed as he whipped his head around to stare unwaveringly into Felix's soft gaze from where he now stood beside the counter.
"Do you regret it?" Felix asked, his voice a quiet whisper on the air.
Peter ground his teeth together, rage suddenly filling his eyes.
"Leave me, vision!" He shouted, ripping his hand through the figure's chest like claws through a shirt.
The air shuttered as the figure flickered in and out of sight before finally vanishing altogether.
Peter sat there for a long minute, his fingers digging into his palms as his hands balled into tight fists on the glass counter top.
Of course he regretted it. He regretted everything that had led up to this torment. He regretted trying to use that curse and ripping out Felix's heart. He regretted ever going to Storybrooke in the first place. He even regretted bringing Henry to Neverland. It had all been nothing but a domino effect that had led to this.
Peter desperately wished he could go back in time to when he held Felix's heart in his hand, both literally and figuratively, and tell himself to stop. Just for a moment. Stop and think about this. Was losing the one person he ever truly loved and the one person that ever truly loved him back really worth it? Especially knowing it would only lead to this agony.
Peter glanced around the empty antique shop before standing and retreating to the back rooms.