“wendy?” “hello peter pan”
A/N: Hi everyone! I did say I was working on a personal piece, and I’m excited to finally share it with you! This features all seven dorm leaders (Im in awe that you voted for all of them together…). I don’t really want to say anything else. I want this piece to speak for itself.
Warning(?): angst, character death
Please enjoy! Er… or enjoy as much you can with it being angst.
One of the last things you had done together was visit a magical photo booth. It had drawn your curiosity because it allowed the person–with magic or not–to take a photo, and change the background to anything the person had seen before.
The way your expression grew tender as you saw it work its magic was a sight he’d never forget. When you had eagerly shown him the photo, he asked you what location you had chosen.
“It’s my favourite place.” you had said with such tenderness, it caught his breath. “I’d love to take you there sometime… if possible.”
“At least with this photo, I have proof…” you had clutched it to your heart, ‘that you were real. that this isn’t a dream’ went unsaid. He wanted to reach out to you–to comfort you, but then you had laughed. Nothing could keep you down for too long.
“Now enough with the sad stuff, let’s take another photo! Show me something from your homeland! Please?”
When you had left Twisted Wonderland, he had assumed you had taken the photo as a memento of your time together.
You had left it with him.
You hadn’t given it to him per se. He had found it slipped amongst his belongings that you had originally borrowed.
For sure, you had left behind this photo for a reason.
As a way for him to find you again.
Though you both stood front and center in the photo, the background was incredibly detailed. It proved how important it must’ve been to you–that you were able to see it so clearly and create such a vivid image.
It had to be enough so that he could–
He blinked rapidly as he felt his eyes burn, and he felt something slip out the corner of his eyes, and dripped down his cheek.
His fist clenched, before he flinched and frantically smoothened the photo as he gazed at your beautiful smiling visage.
“I will find you,” he swore to your photo. “And I’ll tell you how much I…”
He paused, unable to say it.
Still unable to say it despite–
And he cursed that he never had the strength to tell you how much he–
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