Prized Possession

Apr 15, 2005 14:10

*Flutters down onto a branch and sits down, thinking*

I don't really have any possessions as such, what does someone like me need with possessions? I'm such a small little thing *smirks and looks towards Bliss, then laughs softly* But i don't really have anything as such, nothing but my heart, my memories and my adventures.

My Heart, someone has my heart and there is nothing I can do to make them see, they are blinded by stories and 'kisses' and I'm left behind, no longer....*shakes head* This isn't what you want to hear.

Hum....*taps the front of her nose thinking*

The best memory i have, the one I hold dearest to me was the day I found Peter. He was laying there, crying after running away. He was cold, alone, hungry and I brought him here, brought him to Neverland. I looked after him, helped him grown into a boy, taught him to fly, to fight, to play, then the other lost boys, we became a family, me like a mother to them and him...him like the father...

*sighs softly, sadly and her wings lower* that was until he found her, until she came a long.

She stole him from me, took him away, my love And now, I'm all alone, without a Peter.

Tinkerbell
Peterpan/Hook
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