First off I'd like to say I tried my darnedest NOT to upload this next chappie but I couldn't help it!! Honestly, it was like my fingers were possessed can't. keep. away. from. computer
the Desert Fox- Thanks. I THINK. Welcome to the review board u weirdo. I meant that as a compliment grins
Lady Josephine- HEEEYYAAA…thanks for reviewing me buddy! Btw check out her fic ppl, it's the best, I mean it!
chibikeeper- Arigato. Osuwari. Sayonara. I love Inuyasha too! And wait a minute---HEY…I've got your story under my Favourite Stories list!
Elkalili- Selamat Datang. :)
Peter was confused. All his life, all he had ever known for certain and with passion was that he never, ever wanted to grow up and be a man.
"Well you're growing up now, whether you want to or not," a voice inside his head nagged. It sounded a lot like his shadow if it were ever to have a voice, pesky and impish.
He remembered running away from his mother and how when he had finally wanted to return, he had found the windows barred and another little boy sleeping in his bed, his mother sleeping peacefully with her arms around him. He had had to fly back, sobbing, to the Gardens, and he never saw his dear mother again. What a glorious boy he had meant to be to her. But he had lost his chance while he still had it.
He was thinking about all this while trying to decide whether he should remain in London. For whether he realized it or not, he had fallen in love with Wendy and his heart pulled at him to stay. On the other hand, his head still couldn't give up with the notion that if he were to grow up and stay, he wouldn't ever be able to have fun and adventures anymore.
There were so many things that Wendy wanted to say to Peter but he had left before she could. After the little fiasco with Tinkerbell, Peter had flown out her window without saying a word. She could see the distress in his eyes as he had given her one last lingering look. Wendy swallowed the lump in her throat. Was Peter leaving again? Perhaps Peter was confused by his new feelings and couldn't come to terms with the fact that he was changing. Perhaps he had left her for Neverland forever.
He hadn't even said goodbye.
All she could do now was look out her open window, trying to spot the star that led to Neverland, wishing for Peter's return.
Unbeknownst to Wendy, Peter was actually sitting directly above her, on the Darlings' roof. He could hear her crying below him, and the sound made his heart feel like breaking. He needed to think.
And so he flew up high, among the stars, and it reminded him of when he was free, just like the birds in Kensington Gardens. Behind him, a trail of gold followed.
