Disclaimer: I don't own the beautiful film, Finding Neverland. Nor do I own the characters… Oh, how I love Johnny Depp… But I don't own him either.
Title: And We Shall Meet Again
Chapter: 1: Last Entry
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This will be my last entry into this diary. Although I cannot ever forget her, I cannot write more of my sorrows without the pang of guilt for encouraging Peter to do otherwise. I will state only my hope, only something she and I can dream of in the years to come, while she waits in Neverland.
My confession is thus. There is a part of me that nobody knows of, not to this day. It was a conversation between Sylvia and myself while she lay on her side on her sickbed. As she drifted to her world of dreams, as I stroked her thumb gently with my own, she spoke suddenly and softly. She told me there was a hope she knew could never grow to become true. When I asked her, she pulled my hand to her lips and I felt her hope surge through me as I through her. It was then that we acknowledged the obvious bond we share. My response to the question she never answered was only logical to those who believed. I can only hope she believed me when I told her that this time was not meant for us, now. If she must go, and still believe then we shall deny fate and meet again. I swear we will. Love lasts forever, after all.
o0Present Day0o
James boarded the train quickly, rushing to an empty seat across from a dazed woman. He flopped onto the seat breathlessly, and stared at the only other person there, who curiously refused to acknowledge his presence. He eyed her pulled back red curls, her soft features, and strange choice in attire. It amused him strangely, and he chuckled, stopping soon after realizing it had been aloud and not just within his head.
She turned to him amusedly, "What's so funny?"
He let his hand cover his perfect smiling lips, then brought them out, reassuringly, "Nothing, ma'am."
She looked at where his gaze seemed to be fixed, and put two and two together, "Is my outfit really that amusing to you?"
His eyes grew wide, as she stared him down in a familiar way a faint laughter rang through his ears. He didn't know how, but he knew it belonged to her, "No, no…"
She gaze him an inquisitive stare, raising a fine eyebrow.
"Yes, actually… Care to explain it?"
"No, not really."
A faint smile gave away her sarcasm, and they both laughed like old friends.
"If you must know," She still smiled as she spoke, and her eyes drifted off to a place he could not see, "I'm an actress. In theater, more specifically… I'm auditioning to play the mother in Peter Pan."
He gave a half smile, both did actually. As soon as the name left their lips, it seemed to send sharp, cold pains to the pits of their chest, and they heaved identical sighs.
"I like to get in character, talk like the character, act like her, dress like her-"
"You know, you don't seem like the mother to me."
She gave a mixed gesture, a cross between a nod and a shake. For some reason, she felt compelled to look him in those deep, insightful eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to. She chose to become increasingly interested in the scenery, or lack there of, "What do I look like to you, then?"
"A Wendy…"
He let it sink into her, let his voice echo inside her head. The sweet sound as breathe pushed against the inside of his mouth and teeth. She grew dazed again, and gave win to the urge to meet his unfaltering gaze, "And who would you be?"
His eyes seemed to tell her he was looking at someone who was not there, someone somewhere above. At the same time, he looked at her, an uneasy feeling passing as he examined every inch of her soul through her eyes, "I would be a Peter."
Another identical sigh.
o0Author's Note0o
OK. That's all for now. Sorry! I think this will progress slowly, but I can't help it. They just met!
You've most likely read to be at the bottom of the page, so…
Review so that I may know your thoughts. I'll believe in you if you believe in me.
Ren