I don't own Peter Pan. It's the wonderful creation of Sir James Matthew Barrie. All the characters and places are the works of his amazing imagination. The ideas for the plot of this story come from a dream of my twin sister and I.

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Goodbye my Heart

Peter was all alone in Neverland. Slowly the safe haven he loved so much was changing and disappearing. The shoreline was crumbling into the sea. The mermaids had already vanished and slowly the fairies were following them. The first fairy to go had been Tinkerbell. Peter had mourned for her and now he was lonely. The Indians wouldn't go near him because they blamed him for the destruction. Peter tried to blame Wendy, but he knew it was his fault. He had given away his heart and now he and everyone else was paying for it.

The sky was dark. The trees turned gray and the animals were all gone. Slowly the trees fell and turned to sand. The whole island was covered in rocks and sand. There was no light and nothing grew. Peter could do nothing but watch.

The destruction got worse. No plants were on the island. The sun suddenly returned making the island a dessert. The Indians were dying. The island was destroyed and all Peter could do was watch. He knew that after all the Indians died we would be all alone. That wouldn't last for long. Peter was dying. He could no longer fly.

Peter wished he had stayed with Wendy. If he had he wouldn't have to see all this destruction. After thinking about that for a while he felt sick. Even if he hadn't seen the destruction it still would have happened. He was here because he had to be. It wasn't even an option to leave. He was glad that Wendy didn't see what he had become.

The unbearable heat was messing with Peter's mind. He knew that his time was almost up. He was going to die alone, unloved, and bitter. He hated himself for it. He was turning in to the very thing he had set out to destroy. He was just like Hook. Peter realized that hating himself was doing nothing at all. If he wanted to change things he would have to start soon. He looked around and saw the damage.

"What have I done? It's too late for Neverland. I AM NEVERLAND! Is it too late for me? I have become the very thing that I hate the most. The only question is can I fix it?" Peter spoke out loud. He knew no one could hear him but he spoke even so. He needed to hear something.

The heat was too much for him. He fell to his knees and looked to the sky. He was dying and he knew he didn't have much time left. He had no hope left. He was too late to save Neverland. He had waited too long. Wallowing in self-pity he had unwillingly killed everything he loved. Wendy was as good as dead. By giving her his heart he had sealed her fait. She was as tied to Neverland as he was.

"What have I done?"

Peter put his head down and cried. Wendy was the only one who could save him and return Neverland to its original propose and beauty. Everything rested on her choice and her strength. Peter's time was over. He couldn't live in Neverland anymore.

Wendy needed to find someone who could take Peter's place. It was up to her to make an island that could be a haven for anyone who didn't want to grow up. She was needed right away. She was the only one who could save Peter and everyone else who needed to escape from growing up. Would she accept her task or had her heart frozen over?