9 May 2012
// all children grow up, except one //
I reached for his hand through the open window. For a brief moment, he hesitated, staying suspended in the night air before giving in to my pleading eyes. He perched lightly on the windowsill and I grasped his hand tenderly. I suddenly realized the horrifying inkling that had crept on me all day that perhaps these magical hours were ending, the dream was fading. I was growing up.
He seemed to have the same inclination I was having and growing quite over himself, he turned his head away so I could not see his tears. In an act of comfort, I rested my head on his shoulder and tenderly traced my finger over the neat, satin stitches on his arm where I had sewn his shadow.
Suddenly he untangled himself from me and floated away into the twilight. "Peter -" I pleaded vainly. "I just want to say good by -" I was trying to say good bye, but he silenced me with a finger at my lips. "Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting." These were his last words to me. Having lost my own words, all I could do was stare blankly back into those michievious green eyes and let tears stream down my face. "Don't forget me..." I breathed. But it was too late. He flew off into the clear sky and vanished among the stars.
Forget Me Not • Opuss № I