Gone, but not forgotten

Chapter 1.

It was exactly I week ago today that Wendy had left peter and Neverland behind, and she couldn't help but think had she made the right decision? No matter how much she loved her family she loved Peter and Neverland more, she so desperately yearned for the freedom she needs to be happy.

Wendy sat herself in her familiar spot next to the nursery window; as usual her mom had closed it. Pushing it open the cold breeze whipped through her hair and rustled her nightgown. Hugging herself from the cold Wendy sat down gazing longingly at the stars and a sigh escaped her lips forming the word Peter.

Elsewhere up above the darling house Peter was circling the roof as he did every night, knowing Wendy was at the window searching for him. Oh how he longed to take Wendy back with him he knew deep down in his heart this is where she belonged. Peter waited until Wendy had fallen asleep and again he closed the window, hoping she would move on with her life. With a long meaningful gaze at Wendy he turned around and flew back towards Neverland. Neither of them knew that it would be a whole 5 years until they met again.

5 Years Later

Gazing at her reflection, Wendy sighed who was this person looking back at her? In her own eyes she still wanted to believe that she was the same 13 year old girl that fell for Peter Pan all those years ago in Neverland. But now there was an elegant, curvy and an extremely beautiful young woman gazing out at her. She tilted her head to one side; her eyes were the same sapphire blue, her hair still a mixture of browns sweeping down in gentle waves to her lower back, but she had grown up the very thing Peter didn't want her to do.

The dress she picked out emphasized her small curvy figure; it clung in all the right places. The sun danced through the window bathing her in glowing warmth. The sunlight bouncing of her hair lighting up the different mixture of browns in her hair, then she was plunged into darkness. Wendy whipped round there standing in the window frame was the very person she believed to be dead; Captain James Hook, but he looked different; younger and more attractive. Wendy blinked several times as though she dared not believe who was standing there in front of her. "Hello my beauty, it's been too long" his voice oozed seductively. Then darkness.