Peter Pan: A Wendy Story

by anniemous

Wendy longed for the boy she had met back in the forest, the one who stared at her with curious eyes, who proclaimed that a thimble is what kept him here. He did not dance about with the Lost Boys, he did not sing happy tunes and abruptly spin her into his arms. He had become cold, hard, and empty. So much like the world they had both wished to escape so long ago.

Note: An idea for a story I have begun writing, let me know if you'd like to read it.

Peter remained to grow up with me, but the closer to adulthood he got, the colder he became. On the verge of my birthday, and somewhere near his turning of age, Peter became distant, he was no longer the boy I fell in love with. He did not smile as he once did, no longer happily skipped around, the idea of being an adult had aged him more than the years gone by. And Never land was dying. My only hope, is to find a way to make Peter believe again, believe and fly. Fly, to the second star on the right, and save the place of lost boys, and girls. Where children dream safely, free of the dark reality they may face. Or the world could lose its hope. And my beloved, would lose his light.