You were just five when you met him,  you were playing Peter Pan alone with a pretend Peter. A strange man dressed in a suit of golden yellow watched you in your fun and lively actions; he was devoured by the carefree and joyfulness you displayed as you leaped into the are and came down with a sadden expression because you hadn't flown.  He appeared to be twenty one or so but came to you and said he'd be Peter if you'd be his Wendybird. Happy for someone to play with you, you agreed. Just like Peter he sprinkled you with a pale blue dust and said,"Say my name just twice and you'll fly. Like Peter said to Wendy, believe in yourself and believe in me." Excitedly you did and floated by his side. From then on he played games with you. Always being your personal Peter Pan.
         But all joys do fade slowly as sixteen does bring sadness and pain for your little orphan self, alone at the orphanage. The care takers abused you more now and tonight you couldn't take it. All lights off and people sleeping, you crept out the single window in that cold lonely room and fled to the woods just beyond the edge of the orphanage yard. Tears were poring down your face as you came to a clearing, the moon's beautiful light illuminating the clearing with a pale glow. You sat on the ground and cried, wishing you had someone to talk to. A faint memory danced in you mind, you and Bill. You lightly giggled through your tears at a silly fake friend you'd once had and said his name in good humor. "Bill Cipher, Bill Cipher." And you were lifted to your feet, floating, as you saw through the tears the clearing lighting up in transparent incandescent blue. As you brushed away some of your tears an old familiar voice rang out,"Does my little Wendybird just want to fly, or did you miss me (y/n)?" Bill said he as he appeared in front of you with a smile that shown as bright as the stars. It quickly faded when he saw your tears. He brushed away your tears as the clearing filled with the sounds of night, the sounds harmonizing it a beautiful song. "Peter had once took Wendy to a beautiful forest clearing where nature's harmony and the faint glow of fairies surrounded them; he had asked her to dance. Care to dance with me, (y/n)?" He asked as he took your hands in his. You smiled as you nodded and the two of you began to dance, ascending into the sky at each sway and spin. As he went to dip you, the two of you were nothing more than black shadows plastered against the full pale moon. He pulled you back up to him as the descent began, you clinging to him as if you'd loose him at any given moment. As your feet touched the ground, he leaned into you and kissed you. A sweet, tender, passionate, long awaited kiss. A tear rolled down your cheek,"Wendy cried as she realized no matter how much she love Peter, they could never be together. She'd grow up and he would stay young forever." You cried into his chest, he pulled away and tilted your chin so you would face him. You had finally found someone who made you happy but he and it hurt to look into those beautiful eyes knowing this may be the last. More tears feel as that hated truth set in. He, oblivious to your thoughts and sudden realization, smiled and brushed away those tears,"Keep your head up my love.", he kissed you. He was your love, from day one to now.
          Sadly, day by day, week by week, year by year, decade to decades, your youth was stolen away. But your heart never was, it always remained Bill's. You sighed as you remembered the day you met Bill and the day he stole your heart. Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? Now, you lay alone in your bedroom as death crept up on you. You shuddered as your breaths became ragged and tears flowed down your aged cheeks, you had to see him one last time before you died. "B-Bill C-Ci pher, Bill C-C i pher." You said as a cool breeze blew through your open window. You looked to it to see a young man dressed in that same golden yellow suit, but now had touches of black here and there, crouched in the window, a sight for you sad old eyes. He stepped down on to the floor and walked to your side smiling, the same one that once held joy but now full of sorrow, sadly because he you knew tonight was your end. Taking your hold of your hand, wiping away your tears once again as he spoke to you in a soft voice. "Wendy did in fact grow old as time went on and Peter had watched her over the years, still loving her just the same. But as comes age, so does death. Peter crept into her open window as she lay dying, and held her hand,just as he did when they'd flown together, but not with the joy that had once been. (Y/n), I love you just like Peter loved Wendy. " You weakly smiled at his presences and those words you'd waited many years to here,"Say my name just twice and I'll be back.",you breathed out the words with your last breaths. Death finally took it's hold on you and stole you away, your hand going limp in Bill's. A waterfall of tears poured from his eyes, he wept for his beloved. He wept for you. He tried to imagine your
smiling face, the shear joy you had displayed, all the magical things you once had done, but those memories burned away before he could retrieve them. Through the tears and clouded memories, say my name just twice, the last thing you said just stuck out. "(Y/n) ( L/n), (Y/n) (L/n)." He said placing his head back in his hands after a few seconds, believing it didn't work at his love was forever lost.
        What he didn't see was the pale yet bright blue light gathering over your body, the same color as the one from the night when the two of you had danced together years before, slowly forming into a person. A female to be exact. She sat- hovered cross legged over your body as she watched Bill, smiling to herself as she silently set foot on the floor. "As the story itself was given a solem yet happy ending, this was left out. Wendy waited patiently for Peter to say her name, and when he did, through the tears, she returned. But not as the mortal who aged and died, instead as the youth they shared once before. And there she remained that age with him forever. The true happily ever after. Bill Cipher, did you want that with me?" The blue glow faded away to reveal you, age  21, to the red eyes of a now over joyed Bill Cipher. No words need to be spoken as he kissed you with a passion that had once been locked away by years of sorrow, a fiery yet gentle passion. He gently pled you through the open window as the two of you flew as dancing shadows against the moon; just like before. But this, this could last forever. You were like him now, a creature that time couldn't grab, heaven seemed unwilling to take, and hell afraid to try. But none of that matter; you had Bill and he had you.

   "My little Wendybird, will you fly away to forever with me?" "To the ends of the earth and beyond, my personal Peter Pan."