Lucinda's POV

I was walking on a path trying to avoid any obstacles that would be in my way.

" Pan? Pan? Oh Pan? " , I called out

" Peter? Peter? Oh Peter? " , I hollered

" Pan. Please come out! I just want to talk to you. " , I hollered

" Peter. Come out already! You're scaring me. " , I cried out

I sighed knowing that it would be impossible to find Pan in Neverland knowing that he could be anywhere. That was until I heard crying coming from a distance...yeah crying.

I followed the sound silently not wanting to ruin the moment. The crying got louder and louder until I found Pan on the ground sitting against the tree with his face buried in his knees.

He would come out only to breathe for a moment and then go back to his knees. His face was red, his eyes were watery, and he was trembling and shaking as well. He cried actual tears...I remembered when I first saw Pan cry.

I was a little girl back then playing with my toys at the backporch.

It was getting late at night and my parents left me with a babysitter because they had to work late, but my babysitter was busy looking at her phone, so I could get away with anything.

When I was little, I had always felt someone was watching me...and that someone was Peter Pan.

He admired my adorable self and my cute acts while he watched me in the woods smiling at me. I saw him in the blink of an eye and he quickly ran from me.

I ran after him calling out him out " Hey, hey, come here. I won't hurt you. " , but Peter Pan kept running until he tripped over something and made a deep cut.

I heard a cry from behind a tree and glimpsed at him seeing his tears run down his cheek. He was about to place his hand over his wound, but I spoke up.

" Why are you crying boy? " , I asked

He gave me a frightened look. I gave him a smile.

" I won't hurt you. My name is Lucinda. What's your name? " , I asked softly

No answer.

" It's okay you don't have to tell me. " , I chuckled " Here let me help you. "

" No. It's okay little one. I can take care of myself. " , he said

" Oh please let me help you! " , I pleaded and he nodded his head allowing me to get the first aid kit from my house and back to him.

I wrapped a bandage around his leg and giving him a drink of water from a water bottle.

" Thank you Lucinda. " , he said

" No problem. " , I giggled " I hope to see you again boy. "

He gave me a smile.

" Just look up at the stars and when you really need me just say the two simple words ' I believe ' " , he ordered

I nodded my head in agreement as I gave him a hug and watched him disappear into the woods.

I came back to reality and made my way towards Pan. I stood in front of him and he looked up and then avoided eye contact with me once he knew that I saw him crying.

I sat next to him giving him a hug and let him rest his head on my shoulder, but he quickly retreated back and got up to walk away.

" Where are you going? " , I asked him

" Anywhere where I can be far away from you. " , he answered

" Oh so now you want to stay away from me? " , I asked him " I already saw you cried so you might as well admit it. "

" It's not that! " , he shouted with such power in his voice " I almost killed you and you know better than not to stand in front of me between me and my vitcim. "

" Sam nor Ethan didn't deserve that Pan. It was just an accident and I forgave them already. Look! You healed me, so now I am all better. " , I said confidently

" But are you really all better? " , he questioned me

" Yes. I am. " , I said

" No you're not. " , he stated " I know somewhere deep inside of you that you still want to escape from me. From Neverland. That you want me dead. You hate me with such passion and don't trust me at all. Don't expect me to believe that you're all better because you aren't. "

I felt like someone slapped me on the cheek with such words. He is right, that pity I had for him turned into anger.

" WELL MAYBE IT IS BETTER THIS WAY. " , I yelled " I NEARLY DIED FOR THOSE BOYS BECAUSE THEY DIDNT DESERVE IT. IT WAS WRONG TO DO THAT AND YOU KNOW IT.

I didn't feel sorry for him anymore. 

" If I didn't care about you, then I wouldn't have came here to see if you were okay or when I told you this morning to rest. The real question is Pan: Are you all better? Are you okay? That is the real question because I don't know anymore. I don't. ", I sniffled

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