Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

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The final chapter! I'm so sad, this chapter literally made me cry with happiness and sadness while I was writing it.
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I gasped violently, my eyes opening.

I was lying down on the floor face down, my body pressed against the dirty ground of Neverland. I was listening to the silence and the sound of my own breath.

I was breathing.

My heart was beating.

I was alive!

It seems that maybe subconscious me was right, living was the biggest adventure, the biggest mystery of the universe... Or maybe it was love.

I was definitely alive, which surprised me. In addition, I was lying on the dry, hard forest floor, exactly where I had died when I gave Pan my heart. It was the forest floor by Pan's thinking tree, on which I could feel leaves and twigs and nuts and dirt. If I could feel things, then I had the sense of touch, then I must be alive again.

I opened my eyes and blinked, pleased that I realised that I could also see. I groaned, events flashing before my eyes of the time when I died for Pan... yet I was dead now. I was awake. I was alive. How was I alive?

Almost immediately, in the delight that I was alive, I sat up. Instantly, I had the need to lie back down again because of the dizziness it caused, but I couldn't.

My eyes wandered the forest to see the trees and patterns to be the forest in Neverland that was situated just in front of Pan's thinking tree. So much had happened when I was by the thinking tree. It was where Pan had told me that he gave up our son, Rumple. It was where Oliver had died. It was where I had given Pan my heart.

'Hey, brave little Tiger.' Came a voice behind me.

My eyes widened with shock and delight. Excitedly, I spun around and fell into Peter Pan's strong, comforting arms. He laughed, stroking my hair and repeatedly kissing my forehead. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and between gasping for breaths that wouldn't come, I gasped, 'You're alive! I'm alive! Thank you!'

Pan was crying a little too. He was crying because of relief, that even though he failed in taking Henry's heart, he was alive and able to live with me forever, so long as we never left Neverland.

Peter's eyes looked so green in the light like they had been bolted with electricity. And they were constantly excited by life, even when they were diluted with tears.

Pan chuckled and his body vibrated against me. His lips found mine and he kissed me lightly and delicately on the mouth and I felt so much more alive. 'Don't thank me for saving you, thank yourself that you're the kind of person I want to save.'

'Did I surprise you?' I asked quietly, looking down at him nervously.

Pan laughed painfully. 'No, because you're still young,' Peter Pan whispered and my eyes met him, suspicious and confused. 'You're still so immature.'

'Really? What made you come to that revelation?' I demanded.

'You are immature because you want to die nobly for a cause, for me. If you were a mature adult, then you would want to live humbly for one.'