Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan.
The bride anxiously waits in the back chamber of the church, her maid of honor sitting by her side to offer some encouragement. Soon the organ will begin playing, and she will march down the aisle. She gazes at her reflection in the mirror one last time, and straightens the simple, elegant pearl necklace that encircles her petite neck.
"You know it's bad luck for a bride to look into the mirror when she's finished dressing," her maid of honor, a girl named Martha states.
The bride laughs and exclaims, "That's just superstition."
"For a while, you were the most superstitious dreamer I'd ever known. Whatever happened to you?"
"I don't know."
The bride's mother sticks her head into the chamber, "It's time to go, girls." The organ starts playing. Martha squeezes the bride's hand and they walk calmly out into the foyer of the church.
The little boy who was hiding in the shadows brushed a tear off his face. Crying isn't something that someone like himself should do, but he crys anyway. He had thought that this girl would be his forever, that she would stay young, but she left Neverland. And she never returned. Wendy, his Wendy, had grown up.
Fin
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