It was a crisp, cold night. The stars twinkled in the evening sky like diamond dust. Wendy stood at the open window, oblivious to the icy air flowing through the window. Her eyes were set on a distant star that always seemed to shine for her alone.

"Oh, Peter..." she whispered, barely audible. "Please. Please come back." She sighed softly and closed the window, taking care to leave it open a crack. There was a loud clamor coming from the hall as her brothers spilled into the room. She smiled lightly at the group of them. In the past year since the Darling's had adopted the Lost Boys, they had quickly become fine young boys. But they were still the carefree, happy boys they had been when Wendy, John, and Michael had first encountered them in Neverland. Wendy's thoughts strayed back to the night Peter had taken the three of them away. Had it already been a year since their adventure ended? Before she could brood on the subject, one of the twins pulled on her dress, and asked for a story.

Wendy smiled wearily and sat in a rocking chair near the window to begin her story. She was not as animated as before; she no longer had the energy to re-enact sword fights and escapes from pirate dungeons. The boys gathered around her and listened to her story, hanging on every word as Wendy spoke softly. Her eyes became distant and her voice monotonous as she went on. She ended the story with a kiss and a happily ever after. She then rose slowly and kissed all the boys good-night. She ruffled one of the twin's hair and shut the door behind her as she walked out of the nursery to her new room down the hall.

"Why is Wendy so gloomy?" Nibs asked aloud. "Do you think she misses Peter?" Tootles offered. John, the eldest of the boys, shook his head slightly. "Mother says that Wendy will outgrow it, it's an adolescent thing. Sure, we all miss Peter, but I think it's a different kind of feeling for Wendy." The twins and Michael didn't quite understand what John meant, but the older boys nodded knowingly. "Well, I hope she gets over it soon, or I'll start to miss her," one of the twins said sleepily. John sighed and turned the lamps down as they all settled in for sleep.

Alone in her new room, Wendy sat on her bed in silence. She glanced around her surroundings, and detested it. Everything about this room was cold and unfamiliar, it was too… adult. She yearned to be back in the nursery.

Sitting on her lap was a small wooden box. She opened it and took out the acorn attached to a chain. She never wore it in front of anyone, the only time she wore her kiss from Peter was when she slept. Just in case Peter ever came back for her, she wanted to show to him that she still held his kiss close to her heart.

She put the necklace on, and cried herself to sleep.

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Well, this is my first Peter Pan fiction. I don't really know where this story is going to go, so we'll just have to see as the next chapters come to me!