A/N: Just a quick one shot about Peter and Wendy that I wrote whilst bored. I don't think it's overly brilliant, but I wrote it in about 10 mins so you can't expect much, lol.
I don't own Peter Pan unfortunately, but I am devising an evil master plan to do so, it involves a certain pirate, a jar of dirt and some bubblegum. Wish me luck and visit me in prison. Hehe
SimplePeter Pan was the boy who never grew up, Wendy Darling was the girl who had to. Peter sought adventure, Wendy wished only to write about it. Peter knew nothing of love, Wendy often dreamed about it.
The two couldn't really be more different. There were similarities of course, but they were all overruled by the differences.
It was quite simple really; Wendy Darling wanted an adventure that Peter wasn't ready for – nor would he ever be. Wendy Darling wanted the adventure of growing up, of finding love and of having a family of her own.
She had often dreamt that these adventures could happen with Peter but, outside of her dreams she knew this could never be.
Peter Pan feared growing up.
He feared becoming an adult; being forced to school, and then to an office and finally, marriage.
Love was not part of his vocabulary, but in truth, he did love Wendy. He loved her more than he had ever realized and more than he thought possible.
To him, Wendy was like the welcome spring after a cruel winter. She was the fresh flowers that blossomed each year. She was the summers breeze; amazing, but uncatchable.
For Wendy had left Neverland, left Peter. Wendy had chosen to take the biggest adventure yet and grow up – grow up without Peter.
It was not that she hadn't ask Peter to return with her, and it was not that he had not considered it. Both had happened, yet Peter was not ready to be a man, and nor did he think he ever would be.
It was simply to be one of those things that Peter would never understand. Just like he could not understand love, he could not understand why Wendy would want to grow up; to become older and older until her skin wrinkled and death finally snatched her from this world.
The answer was simple, yet Peter would not - could not - understand it.
All children have to grow up. All except Peter.
