Due to demand, here it is! Im not Wendy chapter 30! ❤️

Days passed by. Julie was still in recovery, in Pixie Hollow.

Peter was out of his mind already. He didn't know how to get her back.

He kicked "Wendy" out of the hideout, after making her confess she was Jessalyn undercover. He would go to sleep by himself, missing the brunette girl. Missing her laughter. Her body of a goddess, her beautiful green eyes. He missed her.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was wrong. He knew that, since the very first day, Julie would be broken down.

He was desperate.

He would try, every single day, to go to Pixie Hollow. He would plead Tinkerbell to let him see her, but neither the fairies, or Julie, would budge.

So he would return to the hideout every day, only to scream his throat out every midnight, just because he couldn't live without her.

The door to his room was tapped three times. The door opened slowly, as Peter looked up from his position on his bed.

Julie.

He was utterly surprised to see her again, as he jumped in surprise and fell from the bed, making a complete fool out of himself. He turned red as he stood up, still looking at her.

She looked deplorable. Her body was still stick thin, and her ribs were still visible. Her hair fell ungracefully behind her ears, and her green eyes were dull and dark. She had a pink nightgown on, and a light cream sweater. Her left wrist had tubes connected to it, and something was streaming constantly in it.

'I just came to retrieve my things.'- She spoke, for the first time in months. -'Im moving permanently to Pixie Hollow.'- She said. Peter's eyes went wide and he started following her with his eyes as she picked up her stuff, that was in a bag in a corner of a room. Peter had thrown it there when "Wendy" had appeared.

'B-but, you can't'- He said, still absentminded. She looked at him.

'What- what about the kids?'- He said.

'Tinkerbell will come to see them with some of the fairies every day.'- She said.

'And what about us?'- He asked. The room was silent for a few seconds.

'I told you. There's no us anymore, Peter.'- She said, and managed to leave. Peter followed her around the hideout.

'What do you mean, no us?'- He asked, tears brimming his eyes.

'Did you really think I would forget you this easily, Pan?'- She asked.-'That I would come out from the hospital and forgive you and jump into your arms? Im no doll. And im not stupid.'

'Look, im sorry!'- He cried, louder now. A single tear ran down his cheek.

'SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!'- She screamed in rage. She was crying now, and the impact had managed to make her hurt, as she flinched slightly. She turned around and left the hideout.

Peter watched as the love of his life left the hideout.

She was it. She was the girl.

Julie Andreans was the girl.

She was his girl, the one who had changed his life completely, the one who had made his days happier. The one who saved his life once, and put up with the consequences.

She was also the one who remained brave and strong after everything. Nothing was a treat to her anymore.

She was the girl.

And he was not going to let her go again.

He bolted out the door. He ran and ran through the forest.

'Wait!'- He screamed at the girl in the pink nightgown. She continued walking, ignoring him. He continued to run.

He grabbed her wrist, turned her around,

And smashed his lips with hers.

He didn't know what he had done. He had just realised that her lips were on his.

She tried to pull away. But he wouldn't let her. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him, refusing to open his eyes.

Eventually, she became vulnerable under his touch. They had missed it.

She slowly began kissing back, the bag with her belongings fell from her hand, but neither of them seemed to care.

The silence was prominent as they embraced every single second of their lips trapped with the other's.

They needed each other. They craved each other. They wanted each other.

His hand went to her face, cupping it carefully. He treated her like if she was made of porcelain, he was afraid to hurt her.

They pulled apart a few seconds later.

He had done it.

He had kissed her.