"Out of Reach"
A Peter Pan Fanfiction
Sometimes she dreams of him.
She dreams of a boy with emerald eyes and curly blonde hair and a smile that could light up a room. She can't quite put her finger on his name - it lies buried under years of memories, tantalisingly out of reach. He smiles that mischievous sunshine smile, and holds out his hand - and then he's gone and she's awake and she doesn't remember anything.
Only in her dreams does the boy return, the boy whom her conscious mind has forgotten, the boy whose name is always on the tip of her tongue but never leaves her lips, the boy whose smile is brighter than the sun.
And when she's awake, he's gone again, flying away to a place that she can never follow to.
Because he's Peter Pan, and he's always just a little out of reach.