Two in a row? My muse had an explosion.
Wendy was no idiot. She had stepped off of that pirate ship and returned to her family without a hint of doubt or regret. She didn't spend endless nights by the window, wishing that she'd stayed with him. No, she moved on with life, grew up to be a bright young lady and pushed thoughts of Neverland away. Things were different for Peter, though. There was never a day that went by that he didn't regret not staying with the Darlings. So he waited outside the nursery window night after night, wishing, hoping, praying, that perhaps his Wendy might return.
