#originallostboy

Hansel pushed past a thorn bush, tugging the end of his coat when it snagged on his way past. As he checked the leather for damage he noticed movement out the corner of his eye. Turning he raised his gun and walked slowly keeping his footsteps quite. He moved around a tree, finger on the trigger, he was ready to shot at the sight of a witch but instead he was taken back at the sight of a human or from what he could tell was a human. "Fuck. What the hell do you think your doing sneaking around in the woods? You're lucky I didn't blow your face clean off."

When her eyes met his from across the park, it felt like time stood still for a moment. Everything — the birds in the sky, the children playing on the jungle gym, the bees buzzing around the flowers — it was like it all stopped and waited, just for them. Even though he was different now, all grown up, she knew it was him. She'd know Peter anywhere. He could be a withered old man and she'd still be able to recognize that mischevious smirk and those playful eyes. She'd never mistake anyone else for him. "Peter," she said the name that she lovingly repeated so often in her mind, tears starting to spill from her eyes. "Peter, it's been too long. I've missed you." "A-are you still mad at me?"