Disclaimer: all characters, places and other aspects of the story belong to J.M. Barrie. I only own the plot.
Warning: contains suicide.
Wendy listened to the waves lapping against the cliff, noting how it sounded just like water lapping against the Jolly Roger. She walked along the cliff, feeling the wind brush against her. She could still remember her time in Neverland vividly despite five years passing. Going on adventures; battling Hook; watching the fairies; she had loved it all.
She also missed it all. She missed the gorgeous landscape; the amazing creatures, including the mermaids despite them drenching her. She also missed the people. She missed the Indians, the Lost Boys. She even missed the pirates and Tinkerbell. And of course she missed Peter, her guardian angel who had taken her away, if only briefly, from her dull life in England. However, what she missed most of all was the flying. Feeling the wind surround her and carry her higher and higher. Flying had been what she loved the most so it was what she missed the most.
Looking out towards the ocean, Wendy imagined flying away to Neverland where Peter would be waiting. She could just picture it. She would fly off to Neverland and Peter would be there waiting with Tinkerbell and the Lost Boys. They would join hands and fly all over Neverland together. And this time she wouldn't leave.
Wendy's mind was set. She moved to the edge of the cliff. The wind whipped around her, pulling at her hair and dress. They sky was already darkening and a couple of starts were beginning to shine.
"Second star to the right and straight on till morning." Taking a deep breath Wendy leapt off the cliff and for a moment she was flying. But then she was falling. Falling. Falling. But then she fell.
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