Y/N POV

I gasped. Why does he always have to be like this. I was pinned against the tree, unable to move. It's not that I couldn't but I know he would kill me. He stared right into my eyes, anger glossing over them. I was terrified. What if he really does kill me? He pulled an arrow from one of the boy's hand. He pulled away from us, afraid of what Pan would do. Peter held the arrow head just above my heart. If I wanna change him and not die, I gotta do something now.

"I still believe in you..." I whispered, loud enough for only him to hear. He stood back a little. He didn't let me out of his tight grip. He held tighter to my wrists and I was certain it would bruise. "What?" he asked, his accent thicker than ever. It was like he was at a war with him self. Several emotions travel throughout his eyes; pain, fear, anger... another I couldn't figure out. "I still believe there's hope for you." I tried to look as if I had never been more hurt, "Why can't you see that there are people who care about you and want to save you from all this? Don't you get how that makes me feel?"

He squeezed his eyes shut then let go of my wrists. When he opened them, I saw nothing but guilt and hurt flash through his dark eyes. He looked back at me then walked away as if he would forget it if he left it.

Pan POV

I could have killed her. Why does she have to go and do that every time? I walked into my tent and layed across my bed. I needed to get my head straight and right now, I was so close to losing it completely. I shifted so I was on my side. I couldn't stop thinking about what she has said. Why would she care about me? More importantly, why do I care if she cares? I wish I could just close my eyes and forget about it all. Like it never happened and everything was going to stay the same.

I'm still up and it's already been two hours. It's about 11 now. I can't get my mind off of her. No matter what I think of, she pops up. There was this one time when I was nearly about to slit a boy's head clean off of his shoulders, but she stopped me. All it took was a hand on my shoulder and it was like all the urge was eradicated. The way her hand felt when she touched my for the slightest moment, well, it was like the most fragile thing I have ever felt. Her hands were soft and small. They would fit right my my palm.

Now that's all I can think about. I wonder what it would feel like to have her hand laced between my fingers... I turned on my other side. From here, I could see the camp. And across the camp, was Y/N's tent. I had a strong desire to go in there and just see her. I didn't have to say anything; I just want to make sure she's okay. I shifted back onto my back, looking up to the top. Will my brain stop thinking so I can just go to sleep?

We all know the answer to that... no. Maybe I'm... in... what's the word? Love! I'm in love with Y/N, but she is not with me. How could she be?

Y/N POV

I can't believe he tried to kill me! I don't understand why I'm so surprised by it all. I mean, he's tried to kill other people plenty of times before. Thank God I could stop him.Why am I still thinking about him? Oh that's right. Because I have been in love with him since the minute I got here. That's a lie. I hated him at first, I still hate him... for making me feel this way now. It's just everything about him. His eyes, his hair, his smile. Man his smile. It may be evil but it makes your heart stop every time. Why won't mythoughts leave me alone?

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I felt the sun peer through the tent, I knew it was time to get up. I really don't want to. Can't I stay in bed all day? I kinda don't want to see him right now. "You've already slept in two hours... I think it's time to get up." I heard that all too familiar voice whisper beside me. So much for that... "Five more minutes..." I mumbled, not carrying the energy to speak. "Come on... I need to talk to you..." I could feel his eyes on me. He sighed and I felt the bed dip down. Great now he's sitting on the bed and my heart is racing. Marvelous. "What you gunna try to kill meh again?" I could tell my voice was sloppy and unenthusiastic but I'm tired. "That's... uh... kinda wanted to talk to you about..." I heard the guilt and pain that flowed through his voice. (DID THAT MAKE SENSE?? IT DIDN'T TO ME... HMM) I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Okay wh-"My words were cut off my Peter's lips. Was this really happening or am I dreaming? I sat there, shocked for a while then gave into it. I wrapped my arms firmly around his neck. I broke the kiss when I couldn't breathe anymore. I took in a breath of air, pressing my forehead to his.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really, really, really, really sorry. I can't tell you how sorry I-" this time I cut him off. I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips to his, letting him know I didn't care about that anymore. I should, but I don't. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I didn't bother to protest. When he pulled away, he took my hands in his. He pulled them down to his lap, his thumbs brushing over the purple bruises on my wrists.

He placed a kiss on both of them, "I'm sorry... I'm an idiot." I quickly kissed his cheek, "I love you." "I love you so much more. Please forgive me?" You should always take that apology because it's rare and right now I already had. "Accepted." I whispered, pulling him down so he could layed down with me for just a little longer.