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Love. There was that word again. Peter looked down at Wendy’s thumb as it stroked across the back of his hand. “I did ask Tobias,” he admitted. “He said … he loves me. I don’t know if I believe in love, though. I mean, my parents were supposed to love me, right? But they abandoned me. So that makes me think … there’s no such thing as love. Or … love is only lies. Like, you hear all these stories about love and see it in movies, but it’s never like that. You said you love me, but then you left me too. What if … what if Tobias leaves me? Hook, too. He wants to be my dad, but he could still leave. Everyone could still leave. I don’t … I don’t like thinking of it. It makes my chest hurt. I just get so … scared.” He wrinkled his nose, not wanting to admit it, but this was Wendy and she was back and holding his hands and apologizing to him.
“I don’t want to lose Tobias or-or Tina like I lost everyone else,” Peter admitted quietly. “I’m afraid to ask Tina where she disappears to because I think she’s going to say she wants to leave … I don’t want to hear her say that.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to hear Tobias say he loves me only to find out it’s a lie. I don’t want to be Hook’s son and then get left behind again.” He swallowed hard, feeling the tears burn his eyes.
Wendy knew that was what Peter was scared of. She knew that, she had learned that lesson the hard way, and it was a lesson that everything that had happened between them since then had continued to reinforce. It hadn’t been made better by the fact that in every previous conversation they’d had about it, what she said and argued had been clouded entirely by her own opinions and judgements, by her personal stake in it. But things were different now. This wasn’t about them, and it made it easier for her to see things clearly.
“I should never have left,” she replied, looking down at their hands. “Not like that, at least. I thought I had to choose, you know? That I had to stop being who I used to be in order to become who I want to be. And I thought that I was fine with that, but then... Then I went to London. And in London, everything was different. I didn’t have to be so... Responsible all the time. I could make mistakes, and do stupid things, and play, and have adventures. I could be both the new me and the old me. It was so much fun. Feeling so... Carefree again.”
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Peter again, shrugging softly. “My point is... Maybe we could both get a little better at not seeing things so black and white, Peter. Maybe I can both grow up and stay young at the same time. Maybe Tina can have a life outside of you and still be a big part of yours. Maybe... Maybe if we stop being so obsessed with how we think that things should be and just accept them as they are, then we’ll be happier, and it won’t hurt so much. Maybe we’ll both be less scared then.”











