Authors Note: ~tear~ This is such a sad chapter. I cried after reading it. Hope you like it though. Thanks for the reviews ^_^

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Chapter Four

     London. It truly was a beautiful place, especially at night. I had always loved London, and seeing it brightened my smile. The small houses were crowded, but so adorable. The cute little familiar trees with they're stupid black fences around them, and the old lady's walking their pugs down the street. It was a funny site, but relaxing none the less.

     Then I saw it, the window that haunted my nightmares but pleasured my dreams. Slowly, I flew to it and landed on the small balcony. Three years, I hadn't been there in three years. The balcony was cold against my bare, dirty feet and I very, very slowly walked to the windowsill.

     The window was closed, but the curtains were drawn to the side like usual. Standing behind the wall, I peeked my head over and gazed inside, somewhat scared of what I might have seen.

     Unfortunately, no one was inside, and this made me mad. But I couldn't leave, not yet. I just had to see her again, at least once before she grows up for good.

     I decided to fly around a little and come back later, since no one was home. As soon I turned, however, the nursery door opened. I spun around and looked inside, pressing my face hard against the window, a huge smile on my face.

     There she was. Wendy. Her long, brown hair hung against her back and her amazing eyes twinkled with joy. She was dressed in a cute, green dress that looked like a school uniform. Wendy was all smiles as she sat on the edge of her bed, gently taking off her shoes and throwing them in the closet. She ran to the mirror and ran a brush through her hair, not letting her smile leave for an instant. I realized that she was taller, a lot taller. And, well, she was grown up to a young, mature fifteen-year-old girl, which made her more beautiful than before. 

     I was just about to tap on the window, when another body came through the door. My smile left, as I realized whom it was. A boy. He walked in, a little taller than Wendy and embraced her in a hug, where he then spun her around twice before setting her down. Wendy ran her hands through his dark, chestnut hair and said something that I couldn't hear.

     A tear, a soft, fragile tear ran down my cheek as I watched her. Both my hands were pressed against the window, and I debated on weather or not to knock.

     Wendy and the boy sat on her bed, and he gently placed his arms around her waist, pulling her close. They were talking, and I really wished I could hear them. Then he must have said something to upset her, because she quickly got up and came awfully close to the window, and I flinched, thinking she had seen me.

     The boy got up and walked over to her, turning her so she faced him. Once again he said something, and Wendy smiled at him. Then, the worst thing ever happened. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a thimble.

     At that point and time, I cracked. I shot up and banged on the window with both of my fists, banging, and banging until at last Wendy came and unlocked it.  I flew in, full force, and I heard Wendy scream, "Peter!" in excitement.

     I tackled the boy headfirst and he rammed into the wall, sliding to a sitting position.

     "Peter! Peter stop!" Wendy cried and stomped her feet. "Please!"

     I didn't listen. I grabbed the boy by his perfect preppy collar and threw him hard against the other wall, leaping on top of him a punching him hard in his jaw. I screamed and did it again. "You can't have her! No one can have her! It's not fair!" I kept yelling as my punches became petty hits and I fell off of him, collapsing on the floor, tears falling down my cheeks like an endless river. This couldn't be happening.

     The boy got up and ran to Wendy, who was also crying. "Peter Pan…" she trailed off. I looked up at her, at the girl I fell in love with. Slowly I stood up and whipped my face with the back of my right hand.

     "Why," I whispered, "Why would you forget me?" Wendy shook her head and took a step towards me, but in return I took one back. "I loved you, Wendy Darling, and this is what I get for it."

     "No Peter, please try to understand." She cried and walked closer.

     "I was you're special thimble. Not him!" I started getting mad. I drew my knife from my pocket. Wendy gasped.

     "Peter! You have to understand that I am growing up!"

     "No! Never!" I yelled and walked towards them.

     "I didn't forget you, Peter Pan! I could never forget you!"

     "Then why, Wendy? Why?" I glared at her.

     "It's been three years, three years since you left, what was I supposed to do?" she softly said, looking up at the boy. This made me mad and I lunged at him again, yelling the whole way. "No Peter!" Wendy screamed and jumped on my back, pulling me off of him. I landed on top of her, my face inches from hers.

     "I loved you," I whispered, locking eye contact with her.

     "I did to," she whispered back, tears falling from her eyes. Gazing at her for a moment, I finally got up and walked backwards to the window, my heart shattered in a million pieces. I reached in my pocket and pulled out something small and shiny. I held out my hand, and inside was a silver kiss.

     "You should have this back then," I solemnly said and dropped it in Wendy's hand.

     "I'm sorry, Peter Pan," she looked in my eyes, and they seemed shallow, and empty. There was nothing there for me anymore. I nodded slightly and turned to step up on the windowsill. Before leaving, I looked over my shoulder at the girl, the girl I fell in love with and would never, ever see again. Wendy mouthed, 'Goodbye', as I flew out into the night, alone and unloved.