Meanwhile, back at the Darling's house....
Wendy unlaced her unbearably tight corset, wincing and breathing great sighs of relief as each string was loosened. She slipped out of her needlessly frilly dress and into her nightgown.
'Damn these godforsaken things! You'd think fashion was out to kill the female gender!'
Wendy looked into the mirror. My, time had flown, and she had grown with it. She was now 18 years old, with a much more filled out figure and a grown-up sort of grace that had not been present before. Her eyes were still the same, good-natured pools of sky-blue. Her auburn hair, which had once settled freely on her shoulders, was now drawn up into a simple bun.
Wendy no longer lived in the nursery with John and Michael. In fact, she had moved out some time ago into her own room--a quiet, ladylike place with plain blue walls and a frilly bed. There were no toys on her floor and her books were tucked neatly away in a shelf in the corner.
She missed reading her books. With her parents constantly forcing her to socialize and do a woman's chores around the house, she barely ever had time to sit down and think anymore, never mind read.
'What's happened to me in these six years? Where is the old me? Where is.where is.Peter's Wendy?'
She blanched at the thought as she looked at her window. Although she no longer slept in the nursery, she had kept her window open every night for the past six years, often waiting up long past midnight ....her breath bated, hoping, - praying even....that maybe Peter Pan would fly in."
Oh, how she missed Peter. She would look every night, searching the heavens for the second star to the right, but could never seem to find it. How lucky that he was to be young and in Neverland forever! He would probably never have to worry about the grown-up things that were a burden on her mind; he would probably never have to feel heartbreak for the rest of.....forever!
It didn't seem fair. Ever since he had left her, she had known that he was the only person who her kiss belonged to, and it hurt her more than anyone could possibly know or see that she couldn't be with Peter.
How lucky that he was to be young forever! He would probably never have to worry about the grown-up things that were a burden on her mind.
But tonight was different.
'It's time that I give up this childish game. He's never coming back, I don't even know if it ever happened anymore. It's gotten to the point where all I can see in my dreams is his face, that can't be healthy.'
Wendy slowly walked over to the window, and lifted her shaking hands. Her skin had turned pale. Slowly, ever so slowly, she inched the window closed.
Closer....closer....only a breath of air left now.
Click. The window was closed. After six years of crying, praying and hoping, it was time for Wendy Moira Angela Darling to grow up.
She crawled into her bed and pulled the covers tightly up to her neck. She closed her eyes.
"Peter.....come back....."
And the tears began to fall.
Wendy unlaced her unbearably tight corset, wincing and breathing great sighs of relief as each string was loosened. She slipped out of her needlessly frilly dress and into her nightgown.
'Damn these godforsaken things! You'd think fashion was out to kill the female gender!'
Wendy looked into the mirror. My, time had flown, and she had grown with it. She was now 18 years old, with a much more filled out figure and a grown-up sort of grace that had not been present before. Her eyes were still the same, good-natured pools of sky-blue. Her auburn hair, which had once settled freely on her shoulders, was now drawn up into a simple bun.
Wendy no longer lived in the nursery with John and Michael. In fact, she had moved out some time ago into her own room--a quiet, ladylike place with plain blue walls and a frilly bed. There were no toys on her floor and her books were tucked neatly away in a shelf in the corner.
She missed reading her books. With her parents constantly forcing her to socialize and do a woman's chores around the house, she barely ever had time to sit down and think anymore, never mind read.
'What's happened to me in these six years? Where is the old me? Where is.where is.Peter's Wendy?'
She blanched at the thought as she looked at her window. Although she no longer slept in the nursery, she had kept her window open every night for the past six years, often waiting up long past midnight ....her breath bated, hoping, - praying even....that maybe Peter Pan would fly in."
Oh, how she missed Peter. She would look every night, searching the heavens for the second star to the right, but could never seem to find it. How lucky that he was to be young and in Neverland forever! He would probably never have to worry about the grown-up things that were a burden on her mind; he would probably never have to feel heartbreak for the rest of.....forever!
It didn't seem fair. Ever since he had left her, she had known that he was the only person who her kiss belonged to, and it hurt her more than anyone could possibly know or see that she couldn't be with Peter.
How lucky that he was to be young forever! He would probably never have to worry about the grown-up things that were a burden on her mind.
But tonight was different.
'It's time that I give up this childish game. He's never coming back, I don't even know if it ever happened anymore. It's gotten to the point where all I can see in my dreams is his face, that can't be healthy.'
Wendy slowly walked over to the window, and lifted her shaking hands. Her skin had turned pale. Slowly, ever so slowly, she inched the window closed.
Closer....closer....only a breath of air left now.
Click. The window was closed. After six years of crying, praying and hoping, it was time for Wendy Moira Angela Darling to grow up.
She crawled into her bed and pulled the covers tightly up to her neck. She closed her eyes.
"Peter.....come back....."
And the tears began to fall.