"Peter!" He paused, mid flight, turning around to see Wendy still at the windowsill. "Will I ever see you again?"
He smiled, that boyish-elf smile she would never forget. "Of course."
From her perch on the snowy windowsill, Wendy gave a tiny wave. Thought it was only a wave, they both knew what it meant. Belying Wendy and Peter's shyness was true love, the kind of love you can only give once you have received. As he turned to fly away, Wendy felt a sinking feeling in her heart. Suddenly, she felt a hole. A hole in her heart that had not been there before. It grew bigger and bigger, pushing tears from her eyes as she watched the only boy she could ever love fly off into the snowy distance. His promise temporarily patched up that gaping hon, but she knew it would never be the same.
"Wendy! Close the window, dear! Now that you're home, you must not catch cold!" she heard her mother's order, snapping out of her gaze. Soon, all she could see was the faint glow of Tinkerbell, then even that was gone. A particularly cold gust finally persuaded her to do as her mother said, and she shut the window.
"My window will always remain open, Peter," Wendy whispered, the hole she felt being opened even more as the lock on the windows fastened with a soft clink.
She turned to look at her family. A warmth spreading inside of her. All this time, she thought she had forgotten her family, but she just the opposite happened- she remembered them as vividly as ever. The soft gleam in her mom's eye, the tiny wrinkles around her father's eyes when he smiled. It had been too long since she had seen either of those things. As haapy as she was to see them, they frightfully reminded her of Peter. The gleam in his eye when he had an idea. The innocent little smile her gave her everytime she smiled. With a sigh, she realized she must forget him. He was happy in Neverland, full of fun and boyish innocence, and always would be. He would never grow up, but Wendy knew she would.