It was what I have been waiting for for about a decade after wondering lifelessly around this bloody island.To have finally felt the warmth of my beloved Peter.Though I only learned what he had felt before I died,I felt like we've been through a lot more.And that's all that matters at this very moment.

The feeling of when his lips were on mine was..just indescribable.I couldn't help myself but just melt in them that I have to hold on to him for support.My arms was around his neck while my hand was messing up his perfect hair.Knowing Peter,he isn't such a gentleman,but he had his arms around me gently.Our lips moved in sync,each second letting me know that he had missed me so much.His eyes were letting out tears...And they were for me.They were full of love and compassion.

I pulled away,"Peter,"I say,"I-,"he cuts me off.

"Please,Y/n,just let me kiss you,"he pleads.

I didn't protest,because he knows I want him to.

He connects our lips again,we we're like that for a little while.But as soon he pulled away,he still stole some lovely pecks of kisses before embracing me once more.Gosh,I've never felt this loved before...

I was snapped out by the sight of Henry,lifeless.

"Peter,"I started,"What happened to Henry?"

"Well,umm-I..."

"He killed him!"Emma booms out.She was crying.

I broke out of the hug...

"Peter?"I say questionably,"Did you?"

He didn't look at me.He looked down with guilt,"It was the only way."

He takes my hand and mumbled,"I had to get you back."

His voice sounded like he was about to cry again.The scene was understandable.I grew worried for Henry,and pitied of our situation.I sighed,and I thought I wouldn't be leaving again.

"Listen,Peter,"I begun,"You...*hurts to say*..you-have to let me go."

"What?!,"he replied worriedly and a tear escapes his eyes,"No,"he takes both my hands and caress them as he shakes his head,"Don't you want to be with me?Don't you love me anymore?"

This made me cry,"It's not that.It's just...this doesn't feel right.Peter,I love you more that you can think of.But I'm dead."

"I don't mind..as long as you're here with me,"he was panicking,begging.He gave so much effort,and I can't believe I'm wasting it.

"I know you won't mind but..what about Henry and his family?"I asked.

"It would just make it even.I felt the same way when you gone away...and I don't want to feel it again.Please,I need you,Y/n.Or I'll come with you."

I was touched,I felt my heart flutter from his words.

"Peter,no,you can't,"I say,"I know it feels so hard and painful to be away from me,but I'll never ever leave you.I'm just around,always checking on you.It hurts not to feel you but...revenge won't make you feel better.It will make you bad...and that's not a word that fits to describe you.You're Peter Pan,and you're ought to save the lost and become more selfless."

He falls to his knees,sobbing even louder,"I don't know if I can.I feel so empty when you weren't here,what else if you do it again.I just missed you so much.I miss you when I'm troubled.You help me think right,feel right.Become good.."

"But keeping me here will be bad,"I cut him off,"Please,Henry will die."

He sighs in defeat.It was against his will but he nods.I kissed him sweetly,"I always care for you and I'm going to make sure to triple the effort to make you feel it.But...I need you to do something..."

He turns to me and listen,"Burry my body afterwards...and come visit me whenever you miss me.."

He nods,"But then I'll be there everyday and all the time."

I just giggle,"You'll get used to it,my love.You'll see how it will become.."

***

After saying goodbye for the millionth time.I took out the heart from my chest and put it in Henry's chest before I black out....

And again,my soul floated over them.

Peter had let the whole family go.Safe and unharmed.And once they left,he carried me to my coffin and did what I asked.

He visited my grave everyday just like he told me.He was talking to me and telling me about everyday.He knew I always reply even if he never hears them.As days,months and years pass by,a tree had sprouted from my grave.It grew slowly to be a huge tree.It covered my grave but Peter didn't stop visiting.He called it his 'Thinking Tree'...But little did everyone know that the tree's name was Y/n...and that would be me,his first love....

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