NeverEnding

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

ɴᴇᴡ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

SHADOWS MAY HAVE A SECRET AFTER ALL and you weren’t surprised, although you were indeed fascinated. The night was still lurking, and the sun wouldn’t rouse anytime soon.  The silhouette—no a man! A fully developed man with the same features of Peter except for his palette has made a piercing eye contact at you. He raised his hands in case and licked his lips as a sweat had dripped underneath his chin.

    He scratched his neck, a similar mannerism you took notice off. Your eyes didn’t linger anywhere besides his figure.

    Leaning forward, you inquired. “May I ask your name?”

    “I’d rather not.” he chuckled with jitteriness. “If you insist then the name’s Peter.”

    “Peter, as in Peter Pan?”

    He had agreed in embarrassment. You snorted. This couldn’t be real right? Even if it was, it doesn’t make sense. You held your head as you supported your body on the trunk of a nearby tree, and your vision buffering.

    It was too much to handle. A situation where you could almost form a jape that includes being an adult mentally.

    The man contemplated, what should he do? Must he help the lady? But that would be hysterical! Women are quite stingy towards standards, manners, and etiquettes just like how Peter and all his mothers’ said.

    Then what must he do? Do nothing and let nature do the job? Yeah, he liked that plan.

    “As I said earlier I’ll explain.” he pursued. “You know what? I’ll do the dirty work. Just take a rest. You look paler than a snowman.”

    You gazed at the man with uncertain eyes. You had some doubts, but there’s no denying that they both had the same speech mannerism. “How could I not be pale? And yes, a rest will be fine.”

    The wind was speaking its poetry of an unidentified theme. You regained your footings and walked right past him, though with each step you grew curious and more curious. He did tell you he’ll explain everything, but you couldn’t just give your trust to a stranger just like how your siblings did to Peter. He is merely a replica of the boy whom never grew. Remember that.

     With a swift breath, you turn around to see him floating. He was working on the soil. Evening it into perfection in his eyes, you pointed your hand at him while your brows furrowed. “Don’t even think about hurting me and my family or I’ll tell Peter.”

     He was confused though he bobbed his head anxiously.

    “Also.” you grind your teeth. “May I give you a name?”

    He cocked his head though he raised his shoulders in agreement.

    “Your name is Pete.”

    “How original.” He bowed in mockery. “Then it shall be mine.” You hadn’t noticed the tone was used and bid a farewell at the newfound potential acquaintance that faded into the darkest trenches current in the area.