NINE

TESSA

He walked me home, for the third time this week. By all accounts the night was perfect. Perfect weather, a gentle breeze twirls through my hair and for once the stars are out twinkling across the London sky. Not a rain cloud in sight. The night is straight out of a fairy tale. The handsome prince is walking his princess home and they'll live happily ever after.

Everything is perfect, so perfect in fact that if I look hard enough I bet I could find the constellation Peter Pan used to find his way to Neverland. It’s all too perfect. I find myself waiting for the bottom to fall out. Is this how it would be if I were with him? His hand finds mine and he locks his fingers between my own. Just like he did last night and the night before.

So I should be happy right? My mind shouldn't be wandering around Neverland wondering about that lost boy that got away. The one whose clear blue eyes still haunt my dreams. The very one who I picture even now, almost a year later every single time