It was raining, like everyday since Wendy left. Peter Pan was lying on his wooden bed, thinking of her. The only thing that has been on his mind ever since they parted ways. He's been gloomy and so has Neverland.
Neverland has never seen a rainbow since Wendy went back to London. On some days, the sea would overflow and flood the land. Peter didn't mind it. He didn't care about anything else except for the fact that Wendy was gone and soon he would be forgotten by her. She'd grow up and do what normal grown-ups do.
Peter became so miserable that he told Tinkerbell to go and be with the other pixies. Peter was so miserable that he never left the tree house. He never flew to see anyone. Wendy took the fun out of everything.
The boy sighed and tears formed at the side of his closed eyes. It was pointless to be a boy forever when you have met Wendy. Wendy and her blonde hair, Wendy and her blue eyes, Wendy...and her kiss.
"Stop haunting me!" Peter yelled at the wall. He jerked upright and panted like he ran a marathon. He bent his knees close to his chest and hugged it. "I don't want to grow up," the boy whispered as he rubbed his forehead to his knees. He repeatedly murmured no.
Then he tried a different approach. He thought of Wendy...and him. Together. In London. In Neverland. His body left the bed and without even thinking about it, he was flying. He let go of his knees and smiled.
The sun was rising up for the first time in a long time and Peter flew towards it. Towards London. Towards Wendy.
