Authors note: The first installment in my "Left Behind" series. The series is a collection of vignettes about some of my favorite characters from my favorite books. I hope you enjoy! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters etc, just this story.
The Left Behind Series: Wendy
She breathed a long, slow sigh and watched as the window misted up slightly, obscuring her view of the city below. She rested her head against the cold glass and, holding her knees close to her, watched the snow slowly fall. It was on nights like these; quiet, cold nights, that she remembered. She would come up to the nursery (no longer her room), sit by the window, and think. Sometimes she looked forward to it, sometimes she dreaded it, but she knew it must be done. It must be done because she would not forget like she had been forgotten. Wendy would not forget Peter Pan. Peter had promised to came and get her every spring for spring cleaning; and he had, twice throughout the many years. He had not come for three years now and Wendy had given up hope that she would ever see him again. Indeed, she had long since forbidden herself to hope for any such thing. She was seventeen now and had become a beautiful young woman. It was time for her to set aside her childish dreams once and for all. If she didn't she would not be able to fully grow up, and she so much wanted to grow up. And yet…she longed for those dreams, cried for them, wished that she could have them back. But it was not so. She was too long into growing up for regret. And so Peter must be forgotten on all but these quiet, cold nights. She would put that dream into her drawer and leave it there until nights like these. She knew that as the years went by that it would be harder to open the drawer—but she would not forget to open it. Wendy would not forget like John and Michael, like the lost boys, indeed, like Peter Pan himself. But there is something extremely lonely in the knowledge that you are the only one who remembers. And Wendy began to wonder… Who was happier: those who had forgotten or the one who remembered? The boys had all grown up and forgotten—they seemed content—and Peter had stayed a boy and Wendy assumed he was wildly happy. But Wendy stuck in-between, not sure how to move on. And at that moment Wendy Moira Angela Darling felt very much left behind.
