AN: This was inspired by beautiful Pika-la-Cynique's art
Not mine. Obviously.
Here's the day you hoped would never come
She looked down at her desk,
normally cluttered and covered.
Now it was empty.
Except for a crystal, and a feather.
His crystal, and feather.
The Day had come.
She knew it would.
one day.
Even Wendy had to give up Never land.
But not today.She needed today.
She reached down to touch the feather,
stopping millimeters above it.
She daren't touch it
And tomorrow,
and the day after.
She needed to believe it would last forever.
She pulled her hand back slowly, leaving the feather alone.
Her dreams.
She had never turned on the lights,
as the moon had lit the two objects as soon as had walked in.
Now the moon lit her reflection as well.
At first, she had ignored the dream.
She had them often, a few times a week.
Though sometimes she skipped a few weeks.
Depending on stress of her classes, and workloads.
The dream.
Her friends had been there.
Although they were sad.
Each said goodbye as if for the last time.
They had all grown old as well.
This was diffrent,
before nothing had changed amongst them.
She had hugged them all and said goodbye as well.
And now.
This.
Tears came to her eyes,
she knew what The King was saying.
As clearly as if he was the reflection in her mirror.
She was too old.
Too cynical.
She had taken too many psyc. classes.
Studying her dreams and memories she had dismissed almost all of her experiences as fantasies.
The King was saying goodbye.
She had finally grown up.