"Are you still upset with me?" He asked, tying the first bow slowly.
"No, I'm not." She said back. "Ares taught me how to control my temper." She smiled at the thought of her boyfriend. Pan, however, grew jealous and decided it would be fun to tug...
A stroll through the park. It's what I needed. The past few days have been a nightmare, not just because of Pete—Pan and Emma. I've been feeling so sick, throwing up every morning. It gets tiring. I figured the fresh air might cheer me up. It worked for a little while, until I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hello, love," I could hear the smirk on his face. I refused to turn, so I continued walking.
"Go away, Pan," I said, not wanting to start any conversation whatsoever.
"Why so glum, chum?" He asked, running to catch up with me. I sent him a glare. Maybe the sickness was getting to me. No. It was just Pan. He was getting to me.
"I feel like shit." I stated bluntly. "And you are not helping," Suddenly, a china cup appeared in his hand. It was filled with steaming tea. He handed it to me, removing my hands from my pockets, I grabbed it. "This could be poison."
"You really think I'd kill you?" He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. "After all we've been through? Why would I?"
"Why wouldn't you?" I retorted.
"Because, I love you," he put a hand on my arm, running it up and down. I shoved him off, not comfortable with his touch. Following, I shoved the tea cup back onto his hands. It disappeared in a poof of smoke.
"Déjà Vu," I muttered.
"What?" Pan scoffed. We had stopped walking now. We stood in front of the park's pond, facing one another. "How?"
"It's always the same," I was starting to get really, really angry. "You love me, go dark," I listed. "And then pretend to love me." I took a breath, but I was not any more calm. "Really love me, go dark...pretend to love me. It happened once and I will not let you lie to me again."
"But I ended up really loving you in the end, didn't I?" He shouted, pointing an authoritative finger at me and clearly becoming angry as well.
"Yeah," I huffed. "But you weren't the Dark One," Peter stopped. He looked put at the pond, then did a double take. Back at me, and to the pond. Before finally looking down at me through his eyebrows.
"You've still got that fire I fell in love with," he finally spoke.
"Yeah, well, I'm starting to wish that fire would extinguish for a little while,"
