Sometimes, when I read books like The Mortal Instruments, or The Maze Runner, I would always have this burning desire to be apart of that fictional world. Especially OUAT. I always wanted to be in the show's version of Neverland, with bad boy Peter Pan. Now my wish came true. I am here, and I always wondered why all those fictional characters hated their lives and wanted to be normal. Now I understand. I miss the norm of everyday life. Because now, I can never go back to it.
"Let's play a game, darling," Peter says as we walk in the forest, our fingers intertwined.
I look at him. "What kind of game?" I have a gut feeling it won't be a cute childhood game like Hide-and-Seek or Freeze Tag. Knowing Peter, he probably has a demented, difficult game in mind.
"If you're going to live in Neverland with me," he continues, "you must learn to survive out here, use your wits. And of course, defend yourself."
"But won't you protect me?" The curse tells me to trust him, that he would protect me, because I love him. And sometimes, loving someone is trusting someone.
"What if I suddenly turn on you? You have to expect anything, darling. And that's something I will test you on." He stops, but holds onto my hand. "Tomorrow morning, I will put you in some random place in the island, and your job is to survive for a day. I will be your last danger to face. If you overcome that last obstacle, you win."
"What if I lose?" If my heart was in my chest now, I would be quickening in fear and anticipation right about now.
"Then you lose. It's just a game. I wouldn't hurt you for losing."
I nod, slipping my free hand into his. I am inches from his face, and look into his eyes. He grins, looking into my blue eyes. "You're so beautiful..." he whispers. Our faces are centimeters from each other, and my upper lip quivers.
I make the first move, and I press my lips to his, and he kisses me back. He lets go of my hands, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into him. I kiss him passionately, letting the curse take control. I love him so much.
He stops, only to look into my eyes. "I love you so much, Rebecca... I've loved before, but never like this..." He kisses my forehead, grinning.
I smile, kissing him back. "I'll never stop loving you. I know that's because of the curse, but without it, I really do think I love you."
He grins. "My beautiful Lost Girl."