Zemira walked. She walked and walked and continued walking. She had been walking from the time she had awaken that morning. But walking wasn't enough. She had to run. She picked up the pace, her feet slapping the wet sandy beach. Zemira sprinted, her hair flew behind her. She was ready to stop fleeing. She didn't want to run away from death anymore and the ghosts of her past. She ran, sprinting all out, she added magic to her run. The sand ceased to exist. She felt like she was flying over the ground.

Tonight, she thought, it will finally end. I won't have to run. The pain will stop.

Forever.

It had been a week since Pan told her Hook was dead. Zemira had mourned him and Pan had come every day to comfort her. Pan told her that he was going to let the pirate ship leave because of its loss. The Jolly Roger would leave in the morning. With it would take the memories of the man she loved.

But Pan would still be there.

Zemira and Pan had grown close. He talked with her and told her about his life and the mistakes he had made. Pan told her about his son who he sent away. Zemira had been shocked to find out Rumplestiltskin was his son. Pan told her he wished he could have gone back and changed things. Then he amended, that if he had done that he would never have met her. Zemira was honored. She told him about her mother who had died, her dad who died when she was young.

She didn't hold it against Pan. Zemira would not judge him for his past, but see his actions and then decide.

They both felt closer because they knew they each had no one else to go to. they had each other.

As she ran, Zemira remembered the day before when Pan brought the basket to her little cove.

Zemira was sitting on a low hanging hammock that was attached to a palm tree that hung over the water. She sat on the hammock that afternoon. She wore a short blue skirt and a black tank top. Her hair was down and blowing back because of the breeze coming off the water. Zemira's feet dangled in the water. Pan was in his usual dress of a dark shirt and pants that set off his eyes.

Pan kicked off his shoes and started into the water the old fashion way without zapping himself there. Zemira looked towards the shore to see him splashing through the shallow water to her. She smiled slightly.

"Hey," she said. He looked up and gave her a smile.

"Hello," he said as he set down his basket next to her on the hammock then climbed into the hammock next to her.

"What's in the basket?" Zemira asked swinging her feet back and forth in the cool water.

"I went to the other side of the island and brought back some special fruits that you might like," Pan said as he began to unpack the basket. "See this?" He said handing her a green box shaped fruit with purple speckles, "the boys call this one a Cube Kiwi."

"Why do they call it that?" She asked inspecting the strange plant.

"Because it tastes like a kiwi, obviously," Pan said. Zemira chuckled from Pan's unusually light hearted tone. Every day his burden became lighter leaving him jovial and younger looking in his expressions. Pan got himself a Cube Kiwi and then took out his paring knife. "It's outer casing is hard," he explained as he laid the fruit onto the tree and put the flat of the blade on top of it. He put his weight on it and it cracked open, "but the inside," he showed her the bright red inside of the fruit, he took some out with his fingers and are it. Then he smiled, "hmmm. . ." Zemira smiled, then did the same thing with her fruit.

Pan moved the basket onto the shore so that he could lean back against the thick trunk. Zemira was so tired. She wished she could forget all that happened. She wished that she could be back in Hook's arms. She closed her eyes and moved so she could comfortably lean back. She rested her head against Pan's chest. Zemira heard Pan's heart race under his ribs as she turned her cheek against his chest.

"Is this okay?" Zemira asked him tiredly. Her eyes fluttered up towards where his face was.

"Yea," Pan said. She felt oddly okay. Resting against him made some of the pain go away. Knowing he would never leave her, meant everything.

Zemira lay there, unmoving for a long time. Pan moved his hand to put it on her arm. It was a loving gesture. It made Zemira smile against his chest.

The sun was almost at the horizon when Pan broke the silence.

"I could stay like this forever," he said to her softly. Zemira smiled.

"So could I," she said.

"Do you want to stay here?" He asked her.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Zemira," he spoke her name with tenderness, "I could take you home. I could take you back to the Enchanted Forest. Or I could take you to a place called Wonderland where amazing creatures live. I could take you to any realm you want. Do you want to leave Never Land?

"You would let me leave?" She asked.

"I wouldn't want you to leave. . ." Pan said honestly as he played his fingers rhythmically against her arm, "but as the old saying goes:"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back then it loves you too." Zemira stayed silent. Part of her wanted to go home. To go and find a relative that she could live with until she got married to some bloke. Most of her wanted to go far away where she could start over. But really she wanted to stay with Pan. She wanted him to hold her. Zemira had lost everything, she didn't want to loose Pan too. She realized he had just told her that he loved her. her heart fluttered. She knew that no matter how hard the pain was, she couldn't leave him.

"I don't want to go," she told him. She could feel him relax beneath her. "I just wish I could forget," she said.

"Forget? Forget what?" He asked nervously.

"My Mum, my Dad, and. . .Hook. . . All of them dying. I just don't want to remember they are dead. It is so much pain," she told him.

"You don't want to remember them?" He asked. She shook her head. "I can do that." Zemira sat up and looked at him.

"You can?" She asked. Pan nodded his head. "With magic?"

"Yes, if you don't want to ever remember them again I can make you forget."

"Could you?"Zemira begged. Pan sat up.

"If it will make you happy," he said.

"It will!" Zemira affirmed. "I can't live like this anymore," she shook her head, "I just want to live and not worry and- and be with you," she looked at him. He looked back at her with longing and love.

"That's what I want more then anything," Pan said. She smiled.

"When can we do it?" She asked excitedly.

"The next full moon, which is. . ." He looked at the water as he racked his brain, "tomorrow night," he said looking back at her.

"Good," she looked at the horizon trying to make the day pass faster, "the sooner I get rid of this the better."

"Zemira," Pan said urgently.

"Yes?" She looked back at him. He looked reluctant to answer.

"You won't ever remember,"he said.

"That's the plan," Zemira said. Pan took her hand.

"No Zemira, you will never remember them. You won't just forget the pain but you will forget the person and every interaction you ever had with them." He tried to explain, "are you sure you want that with your parents?" He looked at her with sadness. Zemira looked away.

The pain of their memories was too much. She just couldn't. . . But forget them all together? It was selfish. Completely self centered if she decided to forget. Could forgetting really be worth it?

Zemira bit her lip pensively.

Yes. It was.

If it freed he from the pain she felt it was worth every memory. After all she would live out the rest of eternity there on the island. She didn't want to be haunted by the ghosts of her past.

"This is what I want," she told him. He squeezed her hand.

"Okay," he said then he slid back into the water, "I am going to go begin preparing. I will get you after sun set and take you to the place where I can cast the spell." He began walking back to his camp, "by midnight tomorrow you will be free," he said with a sad smile. She returned it.

This was why she ran. But she wouldn't have to run much longer from the pain. It would be gone soon. She wouldn't remember anything. Not her mum or dad. Not the way that Hook kissed her. Not the pang of emptiness without him. She could build a new life with Pan. She could stop running.

But while it was still light out, she would run. She would run as fast as she could.

Zemira would run from the pain of Hook.

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Mr. Smee was so exhausted. He couldn't handle being at the ship.

Over the past week all the crew had found out about Zemira and the Captain. All of them felt for the captain. Hook had gone through a hard time that never seemed to end.

When Pan came to tell them they could leave at the end of the week Hook commanded preparations at once. He wanted to leave and never come back. From Hooks mutterings Smee knew that NeverLand was a haunting reminder of Zemira. They had been busy around the clock packing and tying everything down. How Pan was going to do it, Smee wasn't sure, but he had granted safe passage to wherever they wanted.

Smee was taking a break from the craziness of the ship. He had hiked up one of the hills south of the ship. Smee was finally at the top. The morning breeze swept across the hill. Smee sighed. The water sparkled in front of him. On the beach below him he saw the waves crashing against the sand.

Suddenly a movement caught his eye. A figure ran across the beach with an inhuman speed from the far right left side. Smee adjusted his specticals. The figure had long dark hair that flew out behind it.

"By the skies above. . ." Smee said in disbelief. Could it be? Before he could get a proper look he stumbled forward and lost his balance. He rolled and tumbled yelling at the top of his lungs down the hill. When he finally came to a stop he was at the bottom of the hill.

Scratches and bruises covered him but he stood up as quickly as he could. He ran to the beach in front of him, stumbling as he did so. When his feet hit the sand he stared all around in search of he figure.

The beach was empty.

Smee ran his hand through his hair. She was alive! She had to be! No one else had long dark hair! He had to tell Hook.

"She's alive!" Smee yelled as he began the long and winded run back to the ship, "Captain! She's alive!"

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Author's Note:

Hello everyone, I hope you are planning my murder about now 😉.

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