Authors Note: I'm really sorry these are so short but I write them while
I'm at school. Between classes and during free time. I'll try to make
them longer. Promise!! And don't worry happiness is coming soon.
Chapter 4: Journey to London
The journey to London was the longest most agonizing Peter had ever flown. His heart was burning in anticipation on seeing Wendy. He thought about her every day. He reached down to get the kiss out of his pocket. The shininess of Wendy's kiss had begun to rust with time. He placed it back in his pocket and smiled. He would never lose the kiss never.
The thought that remained etched in his mind, as though it had it had happened yesterday was the thimble he and Wendy had exchanged on the pirate ship. The thimble that had sealed his fate. When the thimble had happened Peter knew of at that moment he loved Wendy. However, something that haunted Peter was Wendy's decision. She had decided to grow up. She had decided to leave him. He had thought of the words Hook had said to him, "You will be replaced by a husband." Those words had haunted Peter, haunted his dreams. He had felt love for Wendy or at least he thought he had.
In the distance, Peter heard the clock in London striking. It struck twelve times.
"Midnight," the thought.
Clouds were thick and the fog was heavy, but he still found the little house with the big window.
Chapter 4: Journey to London
The journey to London was the longest most agonizing Peter had ever flown. His heart was burning in anticipation on seeing Wendy. He thought about her every day. He reached down to get the kiss out of his pocket. The shininess of Wendy's kiss had begun to rust with time. He placed it back in his pocket and smiled. He would never lose the kiss never.
The thought that remained etched in his mind, as though it had it had happened yesterday was the thimble he and Wendy had exchanged on the pirate ship. The thimble that had sealed his fate. When the thimble had happened Peter knew of at that moment he loved Wendy. However, something that haunted Peter was Wendy's decision. She had decided to grow up. She had decided to leave him. He had thought of the words Hook had said to him, "You will be replaced by a husband." Those words had haunted Peter, haunted his dreams. He had felt love for Wendy or at least he thought he had.
In the distance, Peter heard the clock in London striking. It struck twelve times.
"Midnight," the thought.
Clouds were thick and the fog was heavy, but he still found the little house with the big window.
