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----------------------- Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, ellie here,
I'm finally back with chapter 8!! Thanks for all your lovely reviews, I
thrive off them; really, I do. It's been breaking my heart to write the
last few chapters, but I promise that you'll appreciate them in the end!!
It's around 12:30 on Saturday night, and I just saw Win a Date with Tad
Hamilton with my brother, my friends and my friend's stepsister to be. I
recommend it! The cute romance between to of the characters started my plot
bunny jumping everywhere again, so I have a lot of ideas for what's going
to happen next! Keep reading and reviewing!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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The ride home was ever so slow. The carriage seemed to be inching along the road, and Wendy could just barely make out the lovely city of London, where her home and safety-and hopefully Peter-awaited her. She looked out the carriage window and saw the stars twinkling down upon them, laughing and dancing. They looked just like faeries.
She looked in vain for the second star to the right, but for her life she couldn't remember where it was. There were too many stars; how could there possibly be a second to the right? Where did the right begin?
"Are you feeling any better, dear?" Mr. Darling asked Wendy, looking at his pale-faced daughter with concern in his eyes. She had been awfully quiet the whole evening. It was very unlike Wendy.
Wendy opened her mouth to answer no; she was not alright, she was set to marry a man who was as low as anyone she had ever met, and was being torn away from the one person who made her life worth living. But when the sound came out, the mechanical words were: "Yes, father, I think I will be fine. I think the party was just a bit overwhelming, that's all."
"Yes, it must have been just amazing for you to see what your life is going to be like very soon," exclaimed Mrs. Darling. "And to be able to share the rest of your life with such a charming young man like Sir Edward! You are a truly lucky young woman, Wendy." She just looked so genuinely happy. If only she knew the truth.
Wendy's insides lurched. She had hoped just a little that her parents wouldn't like Edward very much, and they might agree with her idea to call off the wedding. No such luck, it seemed.
"Yes, our Wendy has grown into quite the beautiful young woman, hasn't she? I never would have imagined her like this back when she was telling pirate tales and dreaming about faeries," Mr. Darling chuckled, looking at his daughter with pride. She really had turned out exactly the way he hoped she would. Demure, kind, beautiful and good-natured. A perfect find for any man. Not to mention that his position at work and in the social ladder would inevitably change after Edward and Wendy were married.
"Thank you, father. My greatest desire is to please you," Wendy smiled, and then fell silent.
And so it remained for the entire ride home.
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'Home at last,' Wendy sighed inwardly. She needed to get out of the night, out of her corset, out of all the things that bound her to the civil world. She needed to see Peter.
As the three partygoers entered the house, Mr. Darling called to the boys, but no sound came from upstairs. "Good, they've gone to sleep then," he said, taking off his jacket and hat and hanging them on the banister. It's quite late Wendy; you should be going to bed now."
She nodded and went to kiss her father on the cheek. "Goodnight, father." "Goodnight, darling....and pleasant dreams."
Wendy couldn't remember the last time she'd had a pleasant dream. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been happy - awake or asleep. Not in six years had she been truly happy the way she had been in Neverland, with Peter.
Peter. She had to go talk to him! She ascended the stairs hurriedly. She would change first; she wanted to be able to breathe while she spoke to him. How embarrassing if she fainted in front of him!
She walked down the hall to her bedroom, her footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty space. It was all so plain, so routine.
Her steps carried her past the nursery and into her room. It was such a quiet and plain place, her bedroom; the walls were bare and lonely. Was this what all of adulthood was to be like? If so, it wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want the bare walls for the rest of her life. She wanted walls with paintings, and strange colors, colors that screamed life. She wanted adventurous walls.
She began to change, anticipating the freedom from her confinement.
One button-two-three-four-five-six-
There were so many!
The dress finally came off, and Wendy breathed deeply as she felt the color returning to her face. She pulled her hair down and pulled her nightgown over her head, relishing the soft, airy freedom of the cotton garment.
She was going to set things straight with Peter now.
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But Peter was way ahead of her. When Wendy opened the door to her bedroom he was already standing there, his arms crossed. He was so handsome, just standing there. His blue eyes shone with an understanding that hadn't been there before, and his lips-a sad smile playing on his lips....lips that she wanted to kiss so badly at that moment.
She trailed off of her thoughts, blushing.
"Peter," she breathed. "Before-before the party-I'm so sorry-I didn't mean any of it, I was just upset-I-I feel so terrible, can you forgive-"
Peter silenced her, putting his index finger to her lips.
"Sssh," he whispered. "It's alright, Wendy. We don't have to talk about that."
Peter did want to talk about it though; the thought of her marrying another man was eating him on the inside. But he had to hold it in, at least for now.
"Wendy, do you remember how to fly?"
"Fly? Oh, Peter, it's been so long, I don't know, I might fall....how do I know that I won't fall?"
"It doesn't matter. Once you've learned you can always come back to it. Fly with me, Wendy-fly with me one last time. We'll fly to the moon and back- just come with me."
He took her hand and led her over to the open window, where the night breeze was blowing calmly. The sky was clear, and the moon and stars shone down on them. Wendy's bare feet stood on the window sill, and she marveled at the night sky.
"Peter, I'm afraid."
"Don't be," he said, hovering outside the window. He extended his hand and she took hold of it.
"Close your eyes and jump."
She did.
And when she opened them, they were in the air. She looked down and saw the ground falling away from her, and clutched Peter's hand for dear life. He smiled.
"Don't let go, Peter," she squeaked nervously as they flew farther and farther from the house.
"I'd never let go. Relax, Wendy! Try to remember how much fun flying is!"
She looked up towards the sky, and was overcome with a feeling of overwhelming joy.
It was exactly like she remembered!
The wind rushed past them, blowing her long hair every which way as they soared over the rooftops of London. The city glimmered below as they went higher, higher-and in that moment, she was free.
They flew at an alarming rate towards the night sky until they were basking in the moon's glow, where they stopped to marvel at the heavenly body.
"Peter, I'd forgotten what it was like to fly. Thank you for reminding me! The moon is so beautiful; I wish I could stay like this forever."
Peter looked at her. It was the first time he had seen her smile so freely and genuinely in ages; her eyes were alight with wonder and the moon's beams. She was truly the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He had to cherish this moment - there was never going to be another one like after she was married.
Wendy turned to him. "Peter, what are you feeling? Right now."
Oh, how he wanted to tell her in that moment how he loved her, how he always wanted to be there for her. He wanted to kiss her right there, in the light of moon. But he couldn't. She loved someone else.
"I feel happiness, Wendy. I feel happiness that I am right here, right now with the very best friend anyone could ever ask for, and all I want is to always be your friend. And for you to be happy in your marriage, because I realize now that it matters to you so much. I want it for you if it makes you happy. I-I'll even stay for the wedding." Those were the most difficult words he had ever had to say.
He pulled Wendy into an embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his chest. She was in his arms now, the only place in the world where she felt truly safe.
But at the same time her heart was breaking.
What had always been true was true as ever now. Peter was a boy at heart, he always would be. He wasn't capable of loving.
'Even though I'm in love with him-more in love with him than anything in the whole world,' she thought as she clung to him. There was no use in trying to hide her feelings from herself anymore.
She was in love. But it was never to be.
A friend. It was what she was; it was what she always would be in Peter's eyes.
She had to accept the terms. She was marrying Edward - she might as well get used to it.
'That's right,' her mind taunted her cruelly. 'Accept it. Become what you were meant to be. A docile, submissive wife.'
She could always love him from afar.
"Let's go home, Peter."
They sank slowly from the sky, falling, falling, until they reached the window again.
The final flight of Wendy Darling and Peter Pan had ended.
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Later that night, Peter crept back into Wendy's room, and approached her sleeping form.
He climbed onto the soft blue bed and took her sleeping form into his arms, and closed his eyes gently as sleep began to take hold of him.
And he felt complete.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured before he fell asleep. Asleep in the arms of his true love.
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Afterthoughts: I AM SO SORRY! That was really sad, I know! But it wasn't the end!!! The best is yet to come, believe you me, so hang it there! Please keep reading, I have a feeling that these characters are gonna go haywire again in the next chapter-like I said, they really do have a mind of their own. Anyways, off too bed, I'm sooo tired!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
PS-I'm sorry, but I promised-
Susie, Hannah-I DO BELIEVE IN FAERIES, I DO, I DO! SHE HAD BIG TEETH! MY FINGERS ARE STICKY!
That was an ode to watching Peter Pan when you're high on sugar. ?
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I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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The ride home was ever so slow. The carriage seemed to be inching along the road, and Wendy could just barely make out the lovely city of London, where her home and safety-and hopefully Peter-awaited her. She looked out the carriage window and saw the stars twinkling down upon them, laughing and dancing. They looked just like faeries.
She looked in vain for the second star to the right, but for her life she couldn't remember where it was. There were too many stars; how could there possibly be a second to the right? Where did the right begin?
"Are you feeling any better, dear?" Mr. Darling asked Wendy, looking at his pale-faced daughter with concern in his eyes. She had been awfully quiet the whole evening. It was very unlike Wendy.
Wendy opened her mouth to answer no; she was not alright, she was set to marry a man who was as low as anyone she had ever met, and was being torn away from the one person who made her life worth living. But when the sound came out, the mechanical words were: "Yes, father, I think I will be fine. I think the party was just a bit overwhelming, that's all."
"Yes, it must have been just amazing for you to see what your life is going to be like very soon," exclaimed Mrs. Darling. "And to be able to share the rest of your life with such a charming young man like Sir Edward! You are a truly lucky young woman, Wendy." She just looked so genuinely happy. If only she knew the truth.
Wendy's insides lurched. She had hoped just a little that her parents wouldn't like Edward very much, and they might agree with her idea to call off the wedding. No such luck, it seemed.
"Yes, our Wendy has grown into quite the beautiful young woman, hasn't she? I never would have imagined her like this back when she was telling pirate tales and dreaming about faeries," Mr. Darling chuckled, looking at his daughter with pride. She really had turned out exactly the way he hoped she would. Demure, kind, beautiful and good-natured. A perfect find for any man. Not to mention that his position at work and in the social ladder would inevitably change after Edward and Wendy were married.
"Thank you, father. My greatest desire is to please you," Wendy smiled, and then fell silent.
And so it remained for the entire ride home.
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'Home at last,' Wendy sighed inwardly. She needed to get out of the night, out of her corset, out of all the things that bound her to the civil world. She needed to see Peter.
As the three partygoers entered the house, Mr. Darling called to the boys, but no sound came from upstairs. "Good, they've gone to sleep then," he said, taking off his jacket and hat and hanging them on the banister. It's quite late Wendy; you should be going to bed now."
She nodded and went to kiss her father on the cheek. "Goodnight, father." "Goodnight, darling....and pleasant dreams."
Wendy couldn't remember the last time she'd had a pleasant dream. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been happy - awake or asleep. Not in six years had she been truly happy the way she had been in Neverland, with Peter.
Peter. She had to go talk to him! She ascended the stairs hurriedly. She would change first; she wanted to be able to breathe while she spoke to him. How embarrassing if she fainted in front of him!
She walked down the hall to her bedroom, her footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty space. It was all so plain, so routine.
Her steps carried her past the nursery and into her room. It was such a quiet and plain place, her bedroom; the walls were bare and lonely. Was this what all of adulthood was to be like? If so, it wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want the bare walls for the rest of her life. She wanted walls with paintings, and strange colors, colors that screamed life. She wanted adventurous walls.
She began to change, anticipating the freedom from her confinement.
One button-two-three-four-five-six-
There were so many!
The dress finally came off, and Wendy breathed deeply as she felt the color returning to her face. She pulled her hair down and pulled her nightgown over her head, relishing the soft, airy freedom of the cotton garment.
She was going to set things straight with Peter now.
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But Peter was way ahead of her. When Wendy opened the door to her bedroom he was already standing there, his arms crossed. He was so handsome, just standing there. His blue eyes shone with an understanding that hadn't been there before, and his lips-a sad smile playing on his lips....lips that she wanted to kiss so badly at that moment.
She trailed off of her thoughts, blushing.
"Peter," she breathed. "Before-before the party-I'm so sorry-I didn't mean any of it, I was just upset-I-I feel so terrible, can you forgive-"
Peter silenced her, putting his index finger to her lips.
"Sssh," he whispered. "It's alright, Wendy. We don't have to talk about that."
Peter did want to talk about it though; the thought of her marrying another man was eating him on the inside. But he had to hold it in, at least for now.
"Wendy, do you remember how to fly?"
"Fly? Oh, Peter, it's been so long, I don't know, I might fall....how do I know that I won't fall?"
"It doesn't matter. Once you've learned you can always come back to it. Fly with me, Wendy-fly with me one last time. We'll fly to the moon and back- just come with me."
He took her hand and led her over to the open window, where the night breeze was blowing calmly. The sky was clear, and the moon and stars shone down on them. Wendy's bare feet stood on the window sill, and she marveled at the night sky.
"Peter, I'm afraid."
"Don't be," he said, hovering outside the window. He extended his hand and she took hold of it.
"Close your eyes and jump."
She did.
And when she opened them, they were in the air. She looked down and saw the ground falling away from her, and clutched Peter's hand for dear life. He smiled.
"Don't let go, Peter," she squeaked nervously as they flew farther and farther from the house.
"I'd never let go. Relax, Wendy! Try to remember how much fun flying is!"
She looked up towards the sky, and was overcome with a feeling of overwhelming joy.
It was exactly like she remembered!
The wind rushed past them, blowing her long hair every which way as they soared over the rooftops of London. The city glimmered below as they went higher, higher-and in that moment, she was free.
They flew at an alarming rate towards the night sky until they were basking in the moon's glow, where they stopped to marvel at the heavenly body.
"Peter, I'd forgotten what it was like to fly. Thank you for reminding me! The moon is so beautiful; I wish I could stay like this forever."
Peter looked at her. It was the first time he had seen her smile so freely and genuinely in ages; her eyes were alight with wonder and the moon's beams. She was truly the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He had to cherish this moment - there was never going to be another one like after she was married.
Wendy turned to him. "Peter, what are you feeling? Right now."
Oh, how he wanted to tell her in that moment how he loved her, how he always wanted to be there for her. He wanted to kiss her right there, in the light of moon. But he couldn't. She loved someone else.
"I feel happiness, Wendy. I feel happiness that I am right here, right now with the very best friend anyone could ever ask for, and all I want is to always be your friend. And for you to be happy in your marriage, because I realize now that it matters to you so much. I want it for you if it makes you happy. I-I'll even stay for the wedding." Those were the most difficult words he had ever had to say.
He pulled Wendy into an embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his chest. She was in his arms now, the only place in the world where she felt truly safe.
But at the same time her heart was breaking.
What had always been true was true as ever now. Peter was a boy at heart, he always would be. He wasn't capable of loving.
'Even though I'm in love with him-more in love with him than anything in the whole world,' she thought as she clung to him. There was no use in trying to hide her feelings from herself anymore.
She was in love. But it was never to be.
A friend. It was what she was; it was what she always would be in Peter's eyes.
She had to accept the terms. She was marrying Edward - she might as well get used to it.
'That's right,' her mind taunted her cruelly. 'Accept it. Become what you were meant to be. A docile, submissive wife.'
She could always love him from afar.
"Let's go home, Peter."
They sank slowly from the sky, falling, falling, until they reached the window again.
The final flight of Wendy Darling and Peter Pan had ended.
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Later that night, Peter crept back into Wendy's room, and approached her sleeping form.
He climbed onto the soft blue bed and took her sleeping form into his arms, and closed his eyes gently as sleep began to take hold of him.
And he felt complete.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured before he fell asleep. Asleep in the arms of his true love.
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Afterthoughts: I AM SO SORRY! That was really sad, I know! But it wasn't the end!!! The best is yet to come, believe you me, so hang it there! Please keep reading, I have a feeling that these characters are gonna go haywire again in the next chapter-like I said, they really do have a mind of their own. Anyways, off too bed, I'm sooo tired!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
PS-I'm sorry, but I promised-
Susie, Hannah-I DO BELIEVE IN FAERIES, I DO, I DO! SHE HAD BIG TEETH! MY FINGERS ARE STICKY!
That was an ode to watching Peter Pan when you're high on sugar. ?
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