{ Once Upon A Time Fanfiction } ❧ Peter Pan + Rapunzel ❧
There are things about Neverland that no one would have ever guessed.
The story begins in 1678 with a girl who was stuck in a tower for sixteen years and a boy who just wanted to give her an a...
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Chapter 35
"It will be gone when I am gone."
But was it gone? When she was gone, was the loneliness gone? She felt nothing, she loved nothing, all she felt was oblivion.
"What could be so terrible that you think of ending your own life?"
She didn't know. Peter Pan. He was beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful boy.
Rapunzel wasn't ready. Too early. Too soon.
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Peter Pan was back. He was alive, he was himself. "It worked." Was all he could manage to whisper. He wanted to say more. But looking around at his family, his actually family, words were taken from him. All he ever wanted was a family. All he wanted was to not be lonely, which is why he brought the lost boys onto Neverland in the first place.
Leaving the best for last, he looked over to Rapunzel.
"No." He could only gasp, falling onto his knees next to her. The pain. Not again. No more pain. But there was too much. "Please. Please don't leave me. Not again. No no no..."
It felt good to cry. He had feelings once again. He just wished it hadn't been because of this.
"She's dead." Pan says quietly. Double the people, double the pain. They didn't want the pain.
Pan soon felt rage. Rage that was frightening. And because of being in control for so long, he gained control enough to stand up and look back to Malcolm. The man was once again an old man, how he should have been the entire time. "This is your fault." He hisses out. "This is your fault! You killed her! You killed her..."
It was his fault. No, but was it? She died because of the excessive use of her powers. There's a limit. Didn't she know there was a limit! Why did she push her limit!
Why did he die. Why did he allow this to happen?
Even though Peter Pan was playing the blame game through his head, all he could do was blame his son. His selfish, ignorant, son of a bitch.
Disappointment.
If he hadn't have went dark, they could have raised him. He wouldn't have become this person. He would've been an amazing child. Rapunzel wouldn't have had to die now.
It wasn't Malcolm's fault.
All of it steamed back to himself.
Tinkerbell and Ariel could only hold him back. They were expecting a fight, but there was nothing. He just fell to the floor and sobbed into his hands.
"You killed her, you killed her.... I killed her...."
How could this be his home? Why would Neverland do this?
He was trying to blame people, but it was his fault. If he hadn't gone crazy into the shadow when he thought she was dead, then Malcolm wouldn't have been able to come. He killed her. Peter Pan killed Rapunzel.
He hated himself.
"I want to die." He whispers. "Kill me. Please."
"Peter, no. Please stop." Ariel begs.
"I killed her."
"No you didn't. Stop. You're okay." Tinkerbell tries.
