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~CHAPTER 2~ Broken Hearts
Peter stared at the young woman on the other side of the window. Never a moment able to keep his eyes off her. Is that really Wendy? My Wendy? He thought to himself. He tilted his head to examine more of this beauty that stood before him. If she really is Wendy, Peter thought, she definitely have changed a lot. Her golden hair rested gently on her shoulders. Her eyes were still that same, intense blue color, but it was some how different, perhaps less childish?
Peter shuddered and suddenly remembered that, he, was different as well. His shoulder was broader and stronger. His voice had changed totally. Compared with his new voice, his old voice suddenly sounded like a cry from a baby. His hair was still that messy blond and hadn't changed in any way. His body had developed more muscles from what he had. He was scared, at first he had thought that Hook had placed some kind of a curse on him, but that couldn't possibly be true. Hook was too stupid to know even the slightest thing about magic and stuff like that. It was just that, he was growing up.
Peter's thoughts broke as his Wendy turned the lock that kept the window shut, it flung open and revealed more of what was of both of them. "Wendy?" Peter whispered, moving slowly towards her until he couldn't get any closer. From here, he could see even clearer of her eyes. It was beautiful, the same color and meaning that melted his heart years ago, that made him take her to neverland and never ever let go her, but he did, and he knew that he could never face her, he was a young man now.
Wendy steadied herself as Peter placed cupped his hands on her cheeks. A sensational feeling rushed up to her face. Her face burned and she knew that she was blushing, deeply. She missed Peter's touch. She missed every single aspect of him. Things he used to do or say, she missed them deeply.
"Peter?" She whispered so softly that it was likely to be blown away in the wind. " Oh, Peter, if you didn't come any sooner, I was afraid that I would really give up in hoping that you would come back." Her voice trailed off, leaving a single tear dangling down her cheek and dropped onto Peter's hand which was still holding tightly onto her cheeks. There was nothing more to say, nothing more she could say. She threw herself completely into his arms, her tears unable to stop in any cause. She held onto him tightly, afraid that he would leave her again, afraid that he would fly away leaving her alone once again in this lonely world. At the thought of that, she cried even harder and wondered if she could ever stop again. " Wendy," Peter Whispered into her ears, " Wendy.please.please don't cry." He was helpless, felt that he was useless. He blamed himself for what he had done to his lovely Wendy. In his memories Wendy was always so cheerful and happy with him. He couldn't bear to hear her cries, he held onto her tighter, knowing that there was nothing left for him to do. But he knew, she needed comfort, she needed understanding, especially from him. He knew that he had a place in her heart, a big one.
After a long period of time, Wendy's sobs softened, and slowly she stopped crying and she loosened her grip. She pulled herself away while looking into those field-green eyes. She smiled warmly and Peter smiled back.
There was something different, Wendy thought, obviously. Is he growing up? The question burnt inside her, she opened her mouth to ask but instead, all the hatred she kept all these years in her heart bursts out uncontrollably.
" Why did you come back?" She snapped, Peter pulled back in shock, "how could you even face me after breaking your promise? I hate you, I hate you!"
She threw her fists at him with all the force she had. Peter fell backward onto the wall and cried out with pain. But he just stood there, not mad, not sad, but stood there. Slowly the sides of his mouth curved up into a warm smile.
Wendy's eyes burnt wand soon was filled up again. Not with rage but with regret. She didn't want to hurt him, not when she loved him.
Peter knew that it was his fault that his Wendy was acting like this. Her eyes looked beautiful even filled with rage. He wanted her to forgive him, he knew that it was all his fault and hoped that Wendy would feel better after this punch.
He held out his hand, it was a lot bigger than Wendy had remembered. She closed her eyes as tears trickled down her cheeks again, she ran up to him, locked her hands around his neck knowing that she'll never let him go again, ever.
Peter held her waist with tightly, burying his face in her beautiful hair. He was sorry, he really was.
"Oh I'm sorry Peter!" Wendy said threw her sobs, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"
Peter placed a finger on her lips, smiled and tilted his head. There lips were so close from each other. He felt her steady breath on his cheeks. All he had to do was to kiss her and-
However, they were interrupted when the door to the bedroom clicked and flung open. A figure of a young man stood right before the couple. Outraged at the scene.
"You!" He yelled at Peter, "Get away from my fiance!"
~CHAPTER 2~ Broken Hearts
Peter stared at the young woman on the other side of the window. Never a moment able to keep his eyes off her. Is that really Wendy? My Wendy? He thought to himself. He tilted his head to examine more of this beauty that stood before him. If she really is Wendy, Peter thought, she definitely have changed a lot. Her golden hair rested gently on her shoulders. Her eyes were still that same, intense blue color, but it was some how different, perhaps less childish?
Peter shuddered and suddenly remembered that, he, was different as well. His shoulder was broader and stronger. His voice had changed totally. Compared with his new voice, his old voice suddenly sounded like a cry from a baby. His hair was still that messy blond and hadn't changed in any way. His body had developed more muscles from what he had. He was scared, at first he had thought that Hook had placed some kind of a curse on him, but that couldn't possibly be true. Hook was too stupid to know even the slightest thing about magic and stuff like that. It was just that, he was growing up.
Peter's thoughts broke as his Wendy turned the lock that kept the window shut, it flung open and revealed more of what was of both of them. "Wendy?" Peter whispered, moving slowly towards her until he couldn't get any closer. From here, he could see even clearer of her eyes. It was beautiful, the same color and meaning that melted his heart years ago, that made him take her to neverland and never ever let go her, but he did, and he knew that he could never face her, he was a young man now.
Wendy steadied herself as Peter placed cupped his hands on her cheeks. A sensational feeling rushed up to her face. Her face burned and she knew that she was blushing, deeply. She missed Peter's touch. She missed every single aspect of him. Things he used to do or say, she missed them deeply.
"Peter?" She whispered so softly that it was likely to be blown away in the wind. " Oh, Peter, if you didn't come any sooner, I was afraid that I would really give up in hoping that you would come back." Her voice trailed off, leaving a single tear dangling down her cheek and dropped onto Peter's hand which was still holding tightly onto her cheeks. There was nothing more to say, nothing more she could say. She threw herself completely into his arms, her tears unable to stop in any cause. She held onto him tightly, afraid that he would leave her again, afraid that he would fly away leaving her alone once again in this lonely world. At the thought of that, she cried even harder and wondered if she could ever stop again. " Wendy," Peter Whispered into her ears, " Wendy.please.please don't cry." He was helpless, felt that he was useless. He blamed himself for what he had done to his lovely Wendy. In his memories Wendy was always so cheerful and happy with him. He couldn't bear to hear her cries, he held onto her tighter, knowing that there was nothing left for him to do. But he knew, she needed comfort, she needed understanding, especially from him. He knew that he had a place in her heart, a big one.
After a long period of time, Wendy's sobs softened, and slowly she stopped crying and she loosened her grip. She pulled herself away while looking into those field-green eyes. She smiled warmly and Peter smiled back.
There was something different, Wendy thought, obviously. Is he growing up? The question burnt inside her, she opened her mouth to ask but instead, all the hatred she kept all these years in her heart bursts out uncontrollably.
" Why did you come back?" She snapped, Peter pulled back in shock, "how could you even face me after breaking your promise? I hate you, I hate you!"
She threw her fists at him with all the force she had. Peter fell backward onto the wall and cried out with pain. But he just stood there, not mad, not sad, but stood there. Slowly the sides of his mouth curved up into a warm smile.
Wendy's eyes burnt wand soon was filled up again. Not with rage but with regret. She didn't want to hurt him, not when she loved him.
Peter knew that it was his fault that his Wendy was acting like this. Her eyes looked beautiful even filled with rage. He wanted her to forgive him, he knew that it was all his fault and hoped that Wendy would feel better after this punch.
He held out his hand, it was a lot bigger than Wendy had remembered. She closed her eyes as tears trickled down her cheeks again, she ran up to him, locked her hands around his neck knowing that she'll never let him go again, ever.
Peter held her waist with tightly, burying his face in her beautiful hair. He was sorry, he really was.
"Oh I'm sorry Peter!" Wendy said threw her sobs, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"
Peter placed a finger on her lips, smiled and tilted his head. There lips were so close from each other. He felt her steady breath on his cheeks. All he had to do was to kiss her and-
However, they were interrupted when the door to the bedroom clicked and flung open. A figure of a young man stood right before the couple. Outraged at the scene.
"You!" He yelled at Peter, "Get away from my fiance!"