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Good Night, Wendy
Wendy Darling sat perched on her chair next to the open window, gazing out at the stars for the seventh night in a row. A hand against the doorframe of her daughter's room, Mary Darling watched Wendy for a moment before entering and making her presence known. She set her hand on Wendy's shoulder, and said girl jumped, having been focused on the night sky.
"Darling!" Mary exclaimed.
Wendy got quickly to her feet, red-faced. "Mother! I'm sorry, I didn't mean–I was–"
Mary waved her hand, dismissing it good-naturedly. "It's all right, dear." She softened her tone, as this was a delicate subject, and said, "Are you waiting for him again?"
Wendy nodded. "But he doesn't come. He said he would." She looked at Mary. "I… I thought he cared about me."
"Oh, sweetheart, he does. Everything you've told me… He surely does."
Wendy, eyes shining with tears, looked back at the dark blue horizon. "Then why hasn't he come again?"
Mary studied the skyline as well. "Well… perhaps he is afraid," she suggested.
A question appeared atop the tears in Wendy's eyes as she turned again to her mother. "Afraid?" she echoed. "Of what?"
"Well, of love, and those sorts of feelings." Wendy tilted her head. "See, dear, Peter went back to Neverland, but do you think that was easy for him?" Wendy shook her head. "Right. It wasn't. But his fear of being an adult made him leave. He does care for you. He doesn't visit because he knows that if he were to see you, his resolve would break," Mary continued, wiping her daughter's cheeks, "and he will want to stay here, with you. He'd grow up."
Wendy was quiet for a second while she pondered this. "That sounds sensible," she admitted.
Mary laughed lightly, a bit sad. "I should hope so. Now come. You should be going to sleep." She kissed Wendy's head and gently lifted her to her feet. The girl was exhausted, but her want to see Peter had kept her by the window sill. Mary sighed.
Wendy allowed her mother to settle her into bed with a kiss to her forehead. "Mother?" Wendy called, just as Mary was about to exit the room.
"Yes?" The curtains blew lightly in the air, and Wendy had the briefest thought… …teach you to ride the wind's back…
"Will he ever come back for me? Or has he forgotten?" Mary did not have an answer, and, fortunately, she did not need one. In her mother's moment of pause Wendy had fallen asleep with thoughts of that night in Neverland running through her head. "Good night, precious."
Outside, a figure stood gracefully on the side of the window, silent and watchful. In a voice impossibly soft he whispered, "Good night, Wendy. I will never forget."
Fin.