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And yes, Jeremy Sumpter is so dang adorable!

Chapter 4: Goodbye to You

Mrs. Darling felt a draft coming from upstairs. Without even thinking about it, she knew it was coming from Wendy's room. She got up from her chair and just as she suspected, found Wendy's window open in her room. She closed it quietly, as if to close of that part of her daughter's life. She was with Matthew now. So much for the infamous Peter Pan… She gave a satisfied nod, and left the room.

Wendy walked into her room, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She felt so empty without her kisses. Without them, she had nothing of him, just her sweetest and fondest memories. There was a rapping at her window. It was closed! Why on earth was it closed? She rushed to it, and nearly fell backwards. There, hovering inches from the ground was Peter Pan, the one and only. His blue green eyes stared deep into hers, a pleading look on his face. But he had changed. From the cute little boy, he had grown into a handsome teenager. Tears leaked out of her eyes. "Peter Pan,"

She stared at him a moment, and then through the window open, and circled her arms around his neck.

To this he did not object, but hugged her close in return. "Please don't cry, Wendy," He said.

            "I've waited," She said, her tears choking her voice. "I've waited, and waited, and finally, you're here. I never gave up hope. Everyone told me too, they thought I was going mad, but you're finally here. You're back." She stopped when she noticed he had grown. "Peter, you've changed."

            "I know," He said in a dull roar. "Look at me!" He said in an outrage. "I have become a man!"

Wendy tilted her head to the side. "Is that really so bad?"

            "YES!"

            "Why?!" She screamed. "There's no more Captain Hook, no more Lost Boys, nothing! You've won, Peter!"

            "You're wrong," He said. "There will always be trouble in Neverland, and I must always stop it. Always."

            "WHO?!" She demanded. "Has there been anyone in three years?"

He was silent. He turned from her, and crossed his arms. "Coming here was a mistake. You do not understand."

            "You can't always be the hero, Peter."

            "I must! Neverland depends on me!"

            "But you've returned!" She said. "You've come back to me…"

            "I've come to say goodbye!" He spat.

Her eyes filled with tears.

Then, lower he said, "I've come to say goodbye. I have been watching over your window every night, and have had your kiss with me, and I have grown. I don't want to grow anymore, Wendy."

            "What?" She whispered. "Goodbye…?"

            "Goodbye!" He shouted. "You don't need me to watch over your window anyway, not since that man has come!" He walked to the window and stood on the window pane.

            "Peter, no," She said, pushing him back inside. "Matthew Davis does not have my heart,"

The moonlight glittered on her throat where he saw a long scratch. He reached out a hand and rubbed his fingers over it. Wendy closed her eyes. She had missed his touch so much.

            "Who has hurt you?" He whispered.

She turned away from him. "What do you care?"

He put a hand on her shoulder. "Wendy,"

All of a sudden, all of her hurt, her anger at him for being gone so long, exploded through her. "You're a horrid boy, Peter Pan! I have thought of nothing of you since I met you, and you stay atop my roof for three years! I've waited, and waited for you to return because I thought when you did, you'd be different! But you're not! You're still the same!"

He walked to her until his face was inches from hers, his blue-green eyes burning into her soul. "And what am I, Wendy?"

            "You're selfish," She said, her voice breaking and her eyes filling with tears. "And arrogant… and… all's I did was love you, Peter. That's all I ever wanted from you was love. Your love. Sure learning how to fly and fight was fun, but it's not what really mattered to me. Why couldn't you see that?"

There was a pause between them.

He tilted his head, and kissed her. Wendy felt weak in the knees. How dare he just stand there and then kiss her? But that was who he was, and right now she didn't care. Maybe things would be different, maybe he'd stay…

When they broke apart, she looked into his eyes and felt that same hollow, sinking feeling. He had come to say goodbye. Everything she just said didn't mean a damn. "You're still leaving," She said.

He said quietly, "I have to. I hate what I've become."

            "I don't," She whispered. "So, you have no feelings towards me at all?"

            "Love?" He asked visciously. "How can you expect me to love?" He shook his head. "Goodbye, Wendy," He said, and flew out the window.

She gritted her teeth and followed him out onto her balcony. "You can't do this, Peter!"

He turned, and flew down to her once again. His eyes were cold.

            "I know you know how to love!" She shouted. "I know because I see it in your eyes and I can feel it in my soul,"

            "Everyone I have ever cared about has wronged me," He spat. His eyes burned into hers.

"No," She said. "*You* have hurt everyone you cared about." And with that, she turned on her heel, climbed in through her window and shut it with a slam. Despite herself, she looked out the window for him, but all that greeted her was the night sky.

She heard a noise behind her, and turned to see all of her brothers, looking anxious.

            "We heard Peter," John said.

            "He was here," Wendy said, struggling to keep her voice calm. "But he's gone. He just came to say goodbye to me."

            "He left without seeing us?" Curly said in an outrage.

Wendy's jaw was set in a straight line.

            "Well he's coming back, isn't he?" Toodles asked.

            "How should I know?" Wendy asked. She walked to her bed and laid down. "I'm very tired, boys, if you please?"

            "Let's go, gents," John said, ushering them out of the room.

Wendy's back was to them.

Toodles walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Wendy."

Wendy felt tears roll down her cheeks. "Thank you. Goodnight, okay?"

Toodles grinned, and ran out of the room.

Wendy hugged her pillow, and soon fell asleep.

 Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, don't worry, things may be getting better between our two lovers soon!