Donation!
“You’re Peter Pan? You expect me to believe that?” I laughed bitterly.
The boy tilted his head at me. He indeed did look a lot like how Peter would if he were real. Had the hair, the clothes, the eyes….even the facial features! It was kind of scarily accurate to me.
“….You don’t like it here do you?” he asked quietly, giving me a knowing smile.
I glared back, through my evident tears. “What gave you that first guess, dude?”
The more I stared at his costume, the worse I felt. He reminded me of my childish hopes and dreams that would never once come true. I didn’t want to remember them. But as the memories came back to me, I dug my head deeper into my knees, as if they would protect me from the world. Nothing could make me happy anymore. Even my guitar, which sat beside me.
“Please….at least just look into my eyes and see if I’m lying…” his voice softly whispered. With his words, he had put a hand on my shoulder.
Deep, deep inside myself I truly did hope he was Peter Pan. I wanted him to take me away from all of…this. I wanted to be relieved of the pain from this place.
This time, I took my chance and looked up with lost hope filled eyes. His eyes…they surprised me. The brown orbs staring back at me didn’t have smugness, mischief, or a bit of lying. They had concern, playfulness, and…..excitement.
I stared at him wordlessly.
“Do you believe me?” Peter asked hopefully, extending his hand even more.
I continued to just stare at him. Even though part of me wanted to snarl at him and scream no, my heart took control.
“I do.” I blurted out, feeling desperate.
Without thinking, I grabbed his hand with mine, weakly. Weakly. I wasn’t supposed to be weak. I was supposed to be Quynsie. The girl who never cried. The girl who could stand up to anyone and anything. The girl who was able to stand her ground.
But then, at that moment, I felt like the most vulnerable person in the world.
