Disclaimer: Peter Pan belongs to J.M. Barrie, and the Peter Pan movie belongs to Universal. I do not own anything.
Dearest Peter,
I have no idea why I am writing to you, but hopefully this will be the first letter you will ever get. Maybe even the only letter you will ever get. I hope I addressed this correctly. "Second star from the right and straight on 'till morning."
I've missed you. Through all these years, I have been trying to tell myself that you will not come back. I know that is the truth, and indeed, you have never came back. I do not blame you. I know that, being in Neverland, you have probably forgotten us all. Still, deep inside my heart, there has always been a tantalizing thought that you do remember us, and will come back someday. Perhaps you have simply forgotten your way to our nursery window. Which, if I may add, has never been closed, contrary to what Hook said.
My window will never, ever be closed. And when you shout my name, I will hear you, and I will come to you. Because I am yours. Your Wendy. And you are my Peter. That will never change, no matter how grown up I have gotten.
Even while writing this letter, I know that you will not come back for me. I can only relive our tales by telling them to others. Maybe that way, you and I will be together forever. That is good enough for me. For now, anyway, until the day when you finally come back to me. Can you still hear my stories, Peter? Do you still listen? I truly hope you do, because I only tell them for your sake.
Remember the kiss you gave me in my bedroom the night I sewed your shadow back onto your feet? I want to let you know that I will keep it with me forever. Your kiss saved me, Peter, and mine saved you. I will never forget that, and I hope you will not either.
Come back to me, Peter Pan. Please come back. However slight the chance, I still believe it is possible. Please do remember, Peter...
Yours, Always and Forever,
Wendy Moira Angela Darling
Your Wendy
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That was the letter I wrote to Peter Pan. I did not know what motivated me in writing. There was no point; there was no way that he will see the letter. After I have finished signing my name, I folded it neatly, and put it in an envelope. Being silly, I addressed it as he told me, all those years ago. Folding it even smaller, I tucked it neatly inside my jewelry box, where Peter's Kiss still resides. Closing the tiny box, I headed back to my bed, and slowly fell into slumber.
As a weekly habit, I went to my jewelry box once again to look at my Kiss, and to recall all the memories. When I opened the chest, I took out the Kiss and put the chain around my neck. But... something was missing.
The letter. It was... gone.
"John! Michael! Did you two go into my trinket box again?!" I was annoyed. This has not been the first time my brothers have gotten into my secret box. And by brothers, I did not just mean the two of them.
After a round of questioning, I still have not found the suspect who stole my letter. "I'm asking you one more time. Where is it?"
"We don't know! Honestly!" pleaded Nibs, while Tootles, Curly, and the twins nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Well, then where did it go? It didn't get to Neverland now, did it, considering there is no way a letter can go all the way there."
Just as I said this, a sensation filled my heart. I could not quite put my finger on it, and there were no words to describe it. It felt like, somewhere, someone was reading my letter... Could it be?
"Peter..."