It had been six years, five years of waiting and watching but now it was too late. Wendy had waited every single night on her window cill for three years before she finally realised Peter was never coming back. She now even questioned whether Neverland or he were real in the first place, for her own sake she hoped they were.
Being eighteen, she was moving out of her room in a few months to go to university. Studying English Literature. When she turned fifteen, her thoughts didn't even stray to the boy he was or may have been and when she did she thought of him with anger. She had grown up, precisely what Peter had never wanted her to do. She was a lot taller, her hair was still the same length, her chest had doubled in size and bodily functions she never cared to neglect had still always been a nuisance.
We are all small little lifeforms really, Peter didn't understand that. He believed you were more than simple human form, you were internal and should embrace the youth and innocence you wish you could keep. Being simple wasn't enough for Peter, he had to be youthful and never tire. Even if his life was on a continuous tandem. She tried to forget, she truly did. But how do you forget a boy you had first kissed, the first boy you ran -or rather flew- away with, the first boy other than your brothers that you had danced with, the first boy that made your heart skip a beat and made you tell warm inside.
"I'll be back soon Wendy, we'll go back to Neverland, just you and I." He had promised her that when she last saw him six years ago and now, by force of habit she left the same note saying. Too late. So even by chance he was real, that he would leave and never bother her again. Wendy couldn't take anymore disappointment in her life, there were alreadly too many and he would just be adding to the pile.
One night, three months before her departure to university, she was in bed -and still in the nursery she shared with John and Michael- and she heard the window fly up. Her first thought was that a draft had come in and she stood up with sleepy eyes. Rubbing them, she saw no one in the window and just shut it, turning back around, it still wasn't him. Some part of her knew he would never return, the other wished and lusted for him desperately. Looking over to the cill, the note was gone, she never wrote one again.
The same exact occurrences kept happening everyday for two weeks until Wendy got tired of it a. The next night it happened she just let the cold air come in, it shut the door, quieter than she expected and there were sounds of creaking from the floor. Its probably just the house moving in the wind.
The window shut suddenly, It's just the wind. Then it latched itself. No wind can do that from the inside. She turned her head slightly and saw that both her brothers were sound asleep. Sitting up she saw a shadow on the wall and hoped it was his, with all of her old romantic heart she hoped.
Standing up cautiously she pushed one of the curls of her hair behind her ear. Padding around the room, she noticed that the shadow still hadn't moved, so she had a chance to catch it. Wendy was a few steps from the shadow when it twitched and moved a little to the left, it knew she was there now.
Whenever she moved, it moved further away. Narrowing her eyes she took a bigger step toward it and it jumped upward, but so did she. Not being able to fly like the said shadowing, she fell onto her face with a loud thrump. Sitting up she rubbed her nose and looked around for the shadow but it was no where to be seen. Then from behind the dolls house a figure appeared. They were tall, at least two heads taller than her, broad shouldered and made Wendy want to die because she knew who it was.
"Hello Wendy." A voice said, it was deeper. But there was no mistaking it. Wendy was lost for words and all she could muster was.
"Peter?" As the voice stepped into the light, his blonde curls were brighter than before , he was more muscled and had a beaming smile on his face.
"I told you I'd come back some day and-" Wendy slapped him swiftly across the face and beat his chest. Screaming at him, thank God no one was home except Wendy and her brothers.
"Six years! Your going to tell me it took you six years to come back?" Wendy stood back, away from him.
"I'm sorry!" He yelled back, his eyes showing the sincerity his actions lacked.
"I waited at that window cill very night for three years and your going to tell me you tried? I tried to forget about you, I debated whether you were even real! Whether Neverland was ever there or if I was just crazy and I was seeing things!" Wendy picked up the first soft toy she could find and threw it at him.
"Stop it!" He pleaded, John and Michael were up by now.
"Pan!" John yelled. None of them had called him Pan before, but John sounded angry and defensive. Her little brother of sixteen was very protective of his siblings, but more so to Wendy, when it had first started. John had stayed up with Wendy and talked to her about Peter and about Neverland and it had helped her. She appreciated the help she got and loved her brother for it.
"John!" He yelled excitedly.
"You need to leave." He said bluntly. John was a head taller than me and a head shorter than Peter but still looked intimidating toward anyone.
"What? I'm here to take you to Neverland." The talk of a child with the look of an adult.
"There's a reason it's called Neverland Peter. Your not supposed to go there. You don't even know how long you've been there and it sucks you in, makes you feel part of a unit when your real unit is at home." John replied.
"Peter. It's not just that. I'm leaving, leaving this house in a few months to go to University, so can't leave now." He looked more shocked than I expected.
"But you can't because..." He trailed off and looked to the floor. "You've forgotten about me then."
"No, you forgot about me." Wendy's eyes filled with tears and she clenched her fists at her sides. "John, will you take Michael out so I can speak with Peter alone." She managed to say, her eldest brother nodded and swiftly picked up their younger brother who was jumping yelping in excitement like a repressed dog at the sight of Peter. As they exited the room Wendy sighed.
"How long had I been?"
"Six years. Six years of me waiting for what I assumed was a lost cause. I thought you weren't real I thought you didn't care about me, that you were dead, that you didn't want..." I stopped. I couldn't tell him how I really felt, he needed to leave.
"When your in Neverland it doesn't seem that long. But I noticed changes in me, I got taller and stronger and I don't know why because the new lost boys stay children. I feel like an adult now." He played with a marble at his feet.
"You said you stayed a child in Neverland." Peter still didn't look at her.
"Unless everyone else grows up, everyone I ever knew or wanted to be around was gone. You had all left and I didn't want to be a child anymore. The reality is that you can choose whatever you want in Neverland, I chose for so many years to be a child because I wanted to be, because all I knew was being young. But then I met you, and when you wanted to leave to be a grown up and I wanted be with you. So I grew up." Wendy stepped toward Peter and pulled up his chin.
"Forget about me Peter Pan, someone once told me that, we're all stories really and we write ourselves and it would be silly to be sad about a story. Stories aren't real, I am your story and you are mine, you forget stories. It's just time for another one." Her stomach was clenching and her head told her to hug him but she just stared him in the eyes.
"I never forgot yours." He whispered, his eyes welled up and he let silent tears fall down his face.
"Well maybe it's time for a new story, for you anyway. I never forget anything." She bit her lip in an effort to not burst into tears but her lip quivered and she wiped her eyes.
"Come with me. Please, stay with me." Peter wasn't a boy who understood affection, but he wrapped one of his fingers around hers and gripped them tight.
"I want you to stay with me, I want you to come to Neverland with me and leave all these adults." Wendy shut her eyes for a moment and sighed.
"Come back, in a few weeks. Come back and maybe then, but right now. I need to be alone and cry, right now your a little too late. You now that but you don't want to wake up from your fantasy. Goodbye Peter Pan." Wendy let go of his fingers and turned away from him. Peter flew around her and hovered in front of her so she had to look up. She smiled at him through her tears and he clumsily wiped her eyes. It hurt a little when he went near her eye with his fingers but she appreciated his efforts.
"Don't say goodbye, because goodbye means I'll have to leave and leaving means forgetting and I dont want to forget this story Wendy, I never want to." She bit her lip and looked into his sky blue eyes.
"I won't ever forget. But thats the worst thing about it. I can never forget you, and any time I see any of the lost boys I think of you, I see you in the trees and the sky and everywhere I look. How am I going to cope?" Peter bowed his head and took hold of her fingers again.
"Don't cry, this story isn't worth it." She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Peter's shadow behind her. Laughing a little the shadow seemed to smile even as Peter grabbed it. He flew up to the cill and stood there.
"Be careful." Wendy warned.
"Wendybird, didn't you know. I'm Peter Pan." He drew out his sword and stood with fist against his hip. "I cannot be defeated or captured, I will always triumph and always come back." Looking her dead in the eye he sheathed his sword and smiled kindly at her.
"And I never forget." With that he flew away, Wendy invited her brothers back into the room and even as they urged her to say something about what had transpired between them, Wendy just got into bed and fell asleep with a smile.
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