When she got home, Wendy went straight to her room without a word. Her brothers tried to talk to her.

"We really missed you!"

"Come on, open up. Please!"

She ignored it all. She didn't want to talk; she wanted to be in the city with Peter like she'd been mere hours before. Her whole world crushed, all in a few hours. It all seemed so unfairly ironic. Out of habit, she went to the window.

"This is so unfair. We're apart and I can't help thinking it's partly my fault," she said into the open air.

"Well, yes, but only partly," a voice answered in the darkness.

"Peter!" Wendy breathed in shock.

"At your service," Peter replied appearing at her window, complete with his signature smirk.

"What are you doing here?" she asked moving so he could come in.

"Well I thought you might want this," he said handing her the digital camera he'd given her.

She laughed and kissed him. "You're amazing you know that?"

"Listen, Wendy there's another reason I'm here," he said sitting down on her bed.

"I didn't think you chased me all the way back to Storybrooke to bring me my camera. What is it?" she asked sitting down next to him.

"I can't stay here. Not anymore. I'll be arrested. or worse," Peter explained uneasily.

"We can go back to the city, get a different apartment. I won't let them find us again," Wendy replied grabbing a bag to pack.

"No. I'm not allowed to be anywhere near you. Running away again... Wouldn't be the best idea," he told her looking away.

"I don't understand. What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... I- I've never felt the way I feel about you. About anyone. Ever. Every moment since that day in the hallway has felt, brighter, more alive. When I'm away from you it's like missing part of myself. That's why this is so hard."

"What's hard?" Wendy asked, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread.

"I have to stay away from you, Darling. No matter how much I want to do the opposite. It's the only way. I thought I could just leave it how it was in New York, but I had to say goodbye on my own terms."

Tears blurred Wendy's vision. She didn't dare move of speak. It was like being trapped in the most sick and twisted nightmare ever.

"Wendy? Wendy, please look at me," he pleaded.

"I like hearing you say my name, you know. I mean, despite myself, I like all the other names you call me too. But when you use my first name... I don't know- I feel like you're for real," Wendy said after a minute.

Peter just wrapped his arm around her and kissed her hair. She blinked trying to stop the tears, but they were flowing ruthlessly.

"I wish I could stop crying," she muttered.

"It's okay," he replied comfortingly.

"It's not, though is it?"

"No. No, I guess not."

"The thought of being away from you is killing me inside," Wendy admitted finally.

"Darling, I'm already dead inside," Peter answered simply.

"So this is it? Our last night together?"

"Looks like it."

"Did you mean what you said earlier? About why this is so hard?" Wendy wondered.

"Of course," Peter replied.

"Good. At least I'll always know what we had. It was once in a lifetime," she said wistfully.

"It is once in a lifetime. As long as we feel the way we do, it'll never end," he promised.

"I know. But it's not the same as waking up next to you everyday."

"I'm gonna miss that too."

"Will you be gone when I wake up?" Wendy asked, but she already knew the answer. Peter just nodded.

"So this is it then. All that work to be together in peace, and now we have to be apart for good."

"I'm sorry Dar- Wendy."

"Don't be. I love you and I wouldn't trade all the nights we've shared for anything in the world," she told him.

"Me either," he agreed kissing her.

"Goodbye Peter," she said pressing her hand to his face one last time.

"Goodbye Darling," he said kissing her palm.

The next morning, as promised Peter was gone. Wendy looked in the empty space next to her to see a silver locket. When she opened it, there was a picture of the two of them in it. Smiling through the tears that wouldn't stop no matter how hard she willed them too, she clasped it around her neck. So that was it. All the months they spent together, all the sneaking around, all the planning... Gone. For good. Wendy didn't know what to do or where to go. Desperation washed over her. She couldn't live like this, in the town that betrayed her without the first person she'd ever truly loved.

As she thought, she wandered towards her drawer and pulled out one of her old jump ropes. Then she sat down and started to write. She had to get all this down, wanted to purge herself of the emotions fighting for dominance in her heart. Anger, frustration, loneliness, betrayal... She didn't know what to choose. She wrote letters to her parents, to Grace, to Ruby to her brothers, all explaining what she felt. The hardest letters were the ones she wrote to Peter and Henry. She knew it wasn't Henry's fault that they'd been caught and how hard his mothers were making his life. She also knew Peter would never forgive her, but she didn't see any other choice. She poured every once of love she could into that last letter, begging him to understand, to move on.

Taking a deep breath, Wendy placed the letters on her nightstand, hoping against hope her parents delivered every last one of them. Then she draped the jump rope over one of the blades of the ceiling fan and used a step stool to stand under it. She looked one more time at her favorite picture of her broken, lost boy. It wasn't fair that this was how it ended, but their was no other choice. Steeling her resolve, she gripped the picture tightly.

"We'll be together some day. Without parents or rules holding us back. It'll just be me and you, I promise. But for now... Goodbye Peter."