"Why must you leave me so breathless at times when there is so much to say?" questions the green eyed piper. "Because sometimes it's best when no words leave your mouth" I mutter. "And why would that be, Scarlett?" he asks. "Because if any words left your mouth, I wouldn't be able to tell you how I feel" I mumble. He pauses for a moment, pondering my words. "How do you feel about me?" he whispers, taking a few steps forward. "I don't see a tangled mess, nor a monster, underneath all of your beauty. I simply see a broken masterpiece. Only certain people can. You just like pushing them people away" I spoke confidently. "I only push them away because they don't love me for who I am" he sighs. "And who might that be?" I ask him. "A monster" "Well Peter Pan, I'll have you know, I do enjoy a bit of dark magic" I stare into his eyes. As soon as his gaze meets mine, I speak. "I do love myself a beast. Especially when they can be such a beauty at times" Then his lips meet mine.