A soft rustling noise fills the hollows of Peter's ears as he looks up into the sky with steady eyes. His arms are folded behind his neck, acting as a pillow for his head to rest on. He's listening to the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind, a cold and prolonged waltz. They make slight crunching noises, putting a smile on Peter's face.

He gets up from his hammock and runs into a pile of leaves, variously colored. He begins to jump up and down, crushing them with the heaviness of his feet. The forest ground does not hurt him, so he continues to stomp all over the scattered leaves until they're all crunched up. The sound reminds him that autumn is slowly fading, turning into winter.

In Peter's opinion, the only good thing about winter was the snow. Whenever it would snow, Peter and the Lost Boys would stay outside all day. That is, until the fairies would start chasing after them so they would hurry back inside. They're always busy watching over their Prince of Neverland - Peter Pan. The title was one he had bestowed amongst himself as a joke, but it has began to stick. People treated him differently now, in the way that they spoke and reacted to him.

"Our prince, you are aging - slowly but surely," the fairy queen, Clarion, told him. "Your frequent visits to the main land are causing you to age. By the looks of it, you could pass for a sixteen year old boy." Her chestnut colored gaze would study his face, noticing the change in his jaw and the thickening in his neck. His shoulders and chest were broadening, causing him to have a new skeleton leaf outfit constructed. Peter was able to notice these changes himself. He was getting taller, somehow towering over the Lost Boys that lived with the Darlings in England.

He was much taller than Wendy, with whom he used to be just an inch taller than.

Wendy.

Her name stops his thoughts. He no longer feels that jumping in the leaves is important. Peter staggers back, falling against the hammock as he rubs his face with his hands.

Every time he visited the Darling's home, specifically the nursery, it was as if Wendy would change overnight. She was growing up beautifully and gracefully, the striking image of her mother. When Wendy would turn to the side, Peter would see the spot where her kiss once was.

He touches his lips and closes his eyes.

Her kiss has left her mouth ever since she bestowed it onto Peter. She eventually explained to Peter the difference between a thimble and a kiss, helping him gain a better understanding.

"You're too smart." he'd often say with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. Wendy would just smile at him like she always did, like she knew a secret. Peter liked that smile, it made him curious to find out what she wanted to say.

Peter always asked Wendy if she wanted to go back to Neverland, just the two of them. That was how he planned it to be in the first place. The night he asked her to come away with him to Neverland, he didn't intend on her bringing her brothers. He just wanted her company, that was all.

Yet, Wendy was somehow always occupied. She had lessons in school she needed to keep up with and her aunt was always teaching her the mannerisms of a proper young lady. It seemed a trip to Neverland would be impossible.

Peter gets up and bolts, fairy dust carrying him into the Neverlandian sky. He could not be without her a moment longer.