Finding Neverland // Peter Pan X Reader (editing)

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Third P.O.V

''Get up,'' He whined amused as he nudged the stubborn girl on the bed. 

''Nope.''

''Just get up! It's not that hard!'' He snatched the blanket away and smirked.

"Nooo.!"

''Just get out of bed!''

''NO''

''Ugh...That's it,'' He quickly picks her up bridal style and walked towards the warm bath in the corner.

''PUT ME DOWN!!''

''No. And stop screaming woman!'' She pouted cutely and clung to his warm body.

''I hate you...''

''Sure, you do,'' He chuckled heartily and lowered her gently, causing her cheeks to flare up quickly. 

''Fine, but get out now,'' He raised his eyebrows teasingly but complied her wish leaving with a, what he thought long lost, smile on his lips. 

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Reader's P.O.V

Some things don't make sense, even if they do. It doesn't sound right or wrong, it's not true nor a lie, but somehow when you think about it for a hot minute, everything falls into unruly place. 

Right now, in a bathtub, where warm, tingly water is slowly drowning my worries I still can't shake the thought of what happened. How could something like this happen so fast... Why did something like this happen at all?

It's been months since the very first day of my arrival, months since I saw my brother for the very last time, very last day in a world full of fake people.

Amy's death spread over our town in a moment, her age and the unholy version of her passing broke out cries over ancient houses. Her funeral screamed black, mourn, everything dark, gloomy... except for those roses...lazily dropped over her black coffin, making them stand out stubbornly... She always loved roses... I guess everyone knew that. I spend the night at her grave, not crying, not saying a word, simply staring at the uneven ground that held my best friend. 

The grieving ceased in a month, everyone somehow found a way to move on, they never knew her the way I did, but remembering her smile should've been enough to cause pain.

Her parents moved that summer, leaving her all alone. I went to her every day, but couldn't bring myself to utter a word, how could I talk to her when I couldn't feel her around me? She wasn't there, she left me and the stone-cold body beneath me didn't talk, or smile, or do anything! I knew I wouldn't be able to move on, my so-called friends simply didn't care, or understand... My own family didn't understand why it hurt so much, have they never lost someone special? It felt like my body was torn apart, lacking bits, I felt like my soul just decided it was ready to fly away any second, waiting patiently for me to break fully. 

I would've. If it weren't for George. He held me back every day, making me care for him, sing to him, read to him, showing me the reason I still couldn't speak to her grave. Now... I'm here and I just don't want to stop. I don't want to stop living, hurting, laughing... I just want to know how long until something sneaks up on me...

I sluggishly stepped out of the tub, reaching for the towel to cease my shivers. My avid heart could do so much as pump blood fast enough for me to warm up, although I'm quite certain, sweater and warm trousers do might be included too. 

Usually, the first thing I see once I leave my tent is amused Damien sitting on the large log by the campfire, but today my eyes landed on a quiet lad who looked like hell broke all over him. I know I should hate him for leaving me, but the way he looked up at me, almost pleading to be his rock made me walk over slowly. 

His eyes never left me, not even when I sat down beside him. A faint surprise was written over his features, causing something to clung inside my stomach. He looked broken beyond repair. 

''Hey...'' Lazy nod was sent my way, returning the greeting. What do I say? I never had someone talk to me when I was hurting... did I even want to be talked to?

''Don't say anything... please...'' Hollow whisper broke me away from my thoughts, averting my gaze from the ground to his watering eyes, them refusing to look away from me. 

It's still early in the morning, the camp is still sleeping soundly, minus the elders who are assigned to much more important tasks such as hunting, chopping wood for the fire, Wendy and I preparing everything for the day and sometimes Pan, which is rarer than snow in summer.

His eyes trail all over me stopping on mine and held their haunting gaze there. 

''I think talking about it would make you feel a little better,'' Somehow my hand made a very uncalled decision to hold his freezing one and giving a gentle squiz. He tore his eyes away from me and looked down at our hands. 

''I'm not one for talks,'' Inaudible sigh left his lips while his posture slouched slightly. He looked at me. His hair a mess, eyes sullen, cheeks hollow... I've never seen him like this... I sure as hell hope I never will...

''Felix, I'm so sorry...'' My own voice waltered, wanting nothing else to embrace him and erase every thought of his, but I knew he'd hate me for it.

''Why? It was not you, was it?'' But I wasn't there for you...

''Please talk to me, tell me, cry to me...'' His rough but now warmed up hand left my hold but gently cupped my cheek with it. Tingly shivers followed his fingers as they caught fallen tears... I knew he was not just a friend to me... I never felt this with Dami...

''Cry? I tried...'' A small smile adorned his messed face, he lowered his arm making me whine internally at the loss. ''Although, I know if I don't my heart will burst finally...''

The noise doubled as the boys awoke slowly. Felix quickly recollected his broken facade and straightened up. 

''I'll see you later,'' He stood up abruptly and lead the elders into the woods. 

Heart wants what it wants.