I say there, on the cold slabs of pavement, shivering uncontrollably. You imagine London as this glamorous, beautiful city, don't you? Part of that is true. But nighttime tells as different story. I took my position in the doorway of a toy shop. The Christmas displays were up, tinsel and fake snow was scattered to entice the people walking past. But Christmas has no meaning to me. I cannot remember a single celebration of this world. Only the celebrations in Neverland.
My thoughts turned to the approaching hours that seemed to bring nothing but misery. I could hear the odd door or window closing but apart from that, I was alone, hungry and cold. My green clothing was warm in Neverland, but not here. I looked around me, the desolate streets seemingly become more rancid every second I looked. I lay down on the cobblestone streets of London and closed my eyes. I always felt safer with my eyelids obstructing my vision. That way, I cannot see anything evil, and they, in turn, cannot see me.
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When I Came Back
FanfictionEvery night I watched. I watched her eyelids flutter, as a dream imprinted itself on her eyelids. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. I longed for her to come back with me. I missed her, Neverland missed her.
