Never land at sun set was one of the most beautiful sights, and one that Peter had not taken note of until recently. He wondered briefly why he had never noticed the beauty before but soon realized that it wasn't that he hadn't taken notice- simply that his eyes had never been open to it before. He closed his eyes and let his feet touch a wide tree branch, leaning back against the tree as he mentally added this fact to his list of changes in himself since he had met Wendy.
As the salty air swirled around him, he noticed the small shift in temperature. The weather in Never Land was always humid and warm- comforting. But there were days; days when the sun lost its warmth and the wind blew stronger and colder and these days were becoming more and more frequent. Behind his closed lids shone the image of Wendy, the soft curve of her lips as a smile lit up her features, the way her long hair would cascade down her back and fly around her shoulders as they would fly together.
As the last rays of light blazed across his face he opened his eyes and was met by the sight of Never Land dyed pink, the sea and sky tinted matching shades of rose. At the sight he was reminded of another sunset spent watching the dusky tones of the sea; when he had rescued Wendy after she had been forced by Hook to walk the plank. He squeezed his eyes tight shut at the onslaught of memories and the way his arms could remember holding Wendy as though it were yesterday- the soft touch of her slender hands on the back of his neck, the whisper of her hair as it brushed his bare shoulder.
His eyes flew open as he felt tears sliding down his cheeks at the memories of Wendy. He wiped furiously at his face and whipped around to check if anyone had seen. It took him a second to realise that there was no-one left to see. The Darlings had taken the other lost boys with them, and so he had been left with Tink. And things had returned to the usual pattern of what was normal for him, until one day Tink met Skye, a fairy with gossamer wings and enchanting eyes. Tink had fallen in love with him, and Peter had been hopeless to refuse her unspoken desire to return to the fairies. Of course Tinkerbelle still visited, but the good old days of adventures and exploring were far behind them now- even Tinkerbelle had grown up and left him behind in the end.
And as he felt himself becoming more and more withdrawn he realised what his absences to Wendy's window were doing to Never land. He would venture to her side more and more often nowadays, and yet he never woke her, only watched on from the window ledge like a guardian angel as she slept.
He stared at the moisture on his hand in amazement. And then he made his decision.