Come Back to Me
I do not own Peter Pan or Come to Me, My Love.
This is my first songfic: any criticism is welcome
This is a songfic that was inspired by the song Come to Me, My Love.
Come to me in the night
Wendy Darling was sitting by her window, waiting for Peter Pan to come see her.
Come in the silence of the darkening night
Everybody in the house was asleep, except her. She began to worry that he forgot her already.
Come to me, Come in the speaking silence of a dream
Little did she know, just outside her viewing range, a boy was having similar thoughts.
With soft and rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
He missed her and was waiting for her to call him.
As sunlight on a stream
He was hoping that she would call him soon, or she might grow up.
Oh come, come back in tears oh, my love of finished years
Wendy was beginning to lose hope of his returning, crying to herself when he didn't show each night.
In dreams too bittersweet, too sweet, of Paradise, where souls of love abide and meet
He wanted her to return to Neverland with him, where they would be happy and young forever.
Come back my love
She missed him and kept hoping that he would remember his promise to return.
Come back to me
He missed her and kept hoping that she would call to him to take her with him.
Yet come to me in dreams that I may live my life again
Neverland hadn't been the same since she left. It felt emptier.
Yet come to me in dreams that I may live my life again
Wendy's life had changed quite a bit because of Peter. It felt emptier.
Come, Come back to me
She wasn't calling him. He began to feel hopeless.
Those memories of those thirsty longing eyes, those eyes so bright
She missed the sparkle of joy that illuminated his eyes and filled her heart.
Come that I may give
Maybe they were better off. She didn't seem to remember him.
Pulse for pulse
Maybe he didn't forget. Would he come if she called him?
Breath for breath
He decided to just go, so that he wouldn't disturb her.
Speak low
He heard a whisper.
Speak low
Wendy kept whispering his name.
Lean low
He got closer to the window.
Lean low
He knelt to hear her better.
Come in silent dreams
"Peter, I miss you," she said.
My love
"Wendy, I love you," he said from his perch.
And whisper low
She gave him the gentlest of kisses, which he willingly returned.
As long ago
She took his hand and they flew to the place that was always in her heart. He took her hand and they flew home.