Peter flew out of Wendy's window and onto the roof. There he stood
wondering if he could let go of Wendy as easily as she had done to him.
Little did he know that she felt the same for him. Peter sat on the chimney
and thought to himself. How could Wendy do this to me? If she had someone
else she should have not thought me how to kiss...she should not have thought
me how to love. Peter was left there confused. His childish ignorance was
still well a part of him. He knew that if he were to forget Wendy
everything in Neverland would go back to normal. But how was he going to
manage that?
Just then he noticed a buggy pulling up at the entrance of the Darling residence. A man walked out of the buggy and opened the passenger seat's door. Then he saw Wendy in all her beauty walked daintily into the buggy and drove of. Out of childish curiosity he decided to follow the buggy. He went past the row of houses, took a left, across the bridge, through the market place, into the main part of London and into a very long road lined with large trees and finally reached a huge mansion. The mansion was all lit up with brilliant lights. Peter landed himself on the roof and surveyed what took place below. At Wendy's arrival, a well-dressed man walked up to the buggy to open Wendy's car seat door. Just as Wendy held out her hand to the well dressed man to help her out of the car, another man, dressed very sophisticatedly, with silky blonde hair combed to the back rushed toward Wendy and helped her out and gave her a peck on her cheek. Edward. Peter thought as he eyed his with great anger. Edward then took Wendy into the big mansion, leaving the buggy to be driven off.
Peter who was standing at the top of the roof, made his way to the other side of the house where the party seemed to be taking place. Just below him was a balcony and below that were great white tents with tables about and people seated all dignified. The people had restless looks on their faces. All seemingly waiting for the arrival of someone very important. All of a sudden the whole garden went silent. All heads turned to the place beneath where Peter was. Peter could not see a thing as the balcony blocked him. Then he heard a loud voice thunder throughout the entire compound.
"This is Ms. Wendy Darling. The soon-to-be Mrs. Wendy Couch," said the voice Wendy and the man who had kissed her walked hand in hand to the table prepared for them. The guests stood up and applauded. The man waved politely at the guests while Wendy looked down, disturbed. Peter looked at the couple. Wendy still looked beautiful and the man looked indeed very handsome. Maybe that was why Wendy wanted to marry the man. Whatever it was, that man was Peter's enemy. What was his name again? Peter could not remember although he could remember Wendy mentioning it to him. Peter watched Wendy from where he was. Her exposed neck, the loose curls of hair falling down on her shoulders, the beautiful necklace that rested majestically on her collar, the shapes of her breast pressed hard on the fabric, trying to come out and her radiant face, although in deep distraction. Then a man form their table stood up and raised a wine glass.
"A toast to Mr. Edward Julian Couch, grandson of the Late Sir Edward Quiller Couch, who obviously could not be with us as he was called up to out Father in heaven, and his beautiful wife to be, Ms. Wendy Darling." The whole crowd rose up their toast and drank to the husband and wife to be. Wendy lifted up her glass to her delicate lips and drank the whole glass in one shot as Edward stared at her in disbelief. Edward. His name was Edward. Peter thought. Well, I guess it sounds better than Peter. But Edward and Wendy? Never! Peter thought in disgust. Wendy was his and no one else's. But this was the path she chose and there was no way Peter was to talk her otherwise. So Peter sat crossed-legged on the rooftop and thought of everything that he was going to miss.
Peter looked down at Wendy's table and saw that everyone was having a jolly good time. All that is, except Wendy who kept on stirring at her soup. The waiter came and offered Wendy a glass of champagne. Wendy took a glass and drowned in one gulp and she took another and did the same to it. Then Wendy took her right hand and pressed it on her forehead. Edward who noticed everything grabbed Wendy by the arm and whispered something into her ears. Wendy's face changed and she got up and threw the napkin on the table and walked off. She could not even manage five consecutive steps and he fell on the floor. Peter raised his hand in order of reaching out to her but thought better of it. He did not want to blow his cover. Edward quickly ran to her aid, picked her up and walked her into the mansion and out of Peter's sight. By then the whole crown turned to look at what just took place, and they all broke into loud murmurs.
There was nothing Peter could do now. He looked up into the sky. He looked at the second star to the right. He was thinking of how in a few seconds he would have to go through that star, never to come back again. Peter choked back his tears because he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. Peter was just about to leave when he heard voices on the balcony below.
"What is the matter with you tonight? You have not been behaving yourself the moment you stepped out of that buggy," growled Edward at Wendy as he pushed her. Wendy lost her balance and fell hard on the floor.
"Listen to me!" Yelled Edward as he grabbed her arm and forced her into a standing position.
"I have people down there expecting to see the best of you because it was my grandfather's death wish for me to marry you. If this is how you are planning to behave, you will make a mockery of my grandfather's dead body," Edward whispered harshly into Wendy's ears.
"I told you I'm sorry," slurred Wendy.
"Please Edward, let go of my bloody arm. You're hurting me," cried Wendy.
"Bitch!" said Edward as he let go of her arm roughly.
"If you want to know, I never wanted to marry you in the first place. All you ever care about is your fame and riches. You are marrying me just because you can inherit you grandfather's wealth. What do you think I am? A bloody slut for you to make money out of me?" Wendy yelled back at him, swaying a little.
"How dare you?" Edward lifted his hand to give her a hard blow. Peter quickly dived down to her rescue but he was too late. The back of Edward's hand landed hard on Wendy's face but before her head could reach the floor, Peter cushioned her fall. Wendy looked up at Peter with weakened eyes and moaned his name softly before she fainted.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Edward, looking Peter up and down, probably wondering low of his attire. Peter did not answer, instead, he so filled with anger at Edward that he gave him a hard blow at his jaw. Edward yelled in pain while Peter quickly grabbed Wendy in his arms and took off. Peter could hear Edward yell out to him and also the gasps of the people below.
Just then he noticed a buggy pulling up at the entrance of the Darling residence. A man walked out of the buggy and opened the passenger seat's door. Then he saw Wendy in all her beauty walked daintily into the buggy and drove of. Out of childish curiosity he decided to follow the buggy. He went past the row of houses, took a left, across the bridge, through the market place, into the main part of London and into a very long road lined with large trees and finally reached a huge mansion. The mansion was all lit up with brilliant lights. Peter landed himself on the roof and surveyed what took place below. At Wendy's arrival, a well-dressed man walked up to the buggy to open Wendy's car seat door. Just as Wendy held out her hand to the well dressed man to help her out of the car, another man, dressed very sophisticatedly, with silky blonde hair combed to the back rushed toward Wendy and helped her out and gave her a peck on her cheek. Edward. Peter thought as he eyed his with great anger. Edward then took Wendy into the big mansion, leaving the buggy to be driven off.
Peter who was standing at the top of the roof, made his way to the other side of the house where the party seemed to be taking place. Just below him was a balcony and below that were great white tents with tables about and people seated all dignified. The people had restless looks on their faces. All seemingly waiting for the arrival of someone very important. All of a sudden the whole garden went silent. All heads turned to the place beneath where Peter was. Peter could not see a thing as the balcony blocked him. Then he heard a loud voice thunder throughout the entire compound.
"This is Ms. Wendy Darling. The soon-to-be Mrs. Wendy Couch," said the voice Wendy and the man who had kissed her walked hand in hand to the table prepared for them. The guests stood up and applauded. The man waved politely at the guests while Wendy looked down, disturbed. Peter looked at the couple. Wendy still looked beautiful and the man looked indeed very handsome. Maybe that was why Wendy wanted to marry the man. Whatever it was, that man was Peter's enemy. What was his name again? Peter could not remember although he could remember Wendy mentioning it to him. Peter watched Wendy from where he was. Her exposed neck, the loose curls of hair falling down on her shoulders, the beautiful necklace that rested majestically on her collar, the shapes of her breast pressed hard on the fabric, trying to come out and her radiant face, although in deep distraction. Then a man form their table stood up and raised a wine glass.
"A toast to Mr. Edward Julian Couch, grandson of the Late Sir Edward Quiller Couch, who obviously could not be with us as he was called up to out Father in heaven, and his beautiful wife to be, Ms. Wendy Darling." The whole crowd rose up their toast and drank to the husband and wife to be. Wendy lifted up her glass to her delicate lips and drank the whole glass in one shot as Edward stared at her in disbelief. Edward. His name was Edward. Peter thought. Well, I guess it sounds better than Peter. But Edward and Wendy? Never! Peter thought in disgust. Wendy was his and no one else's. But this was the path she chose and there was no way Peter was to talk her otherwise. So Peter sat crossed-legged on the rooftop and thought of everything that he was going to miss.
Peter looked down at Wendy's table and saw that everyone was having a jolly good time. All that is, except Wendy who kept on stirring at her soup. The waiter came and offered Wendy a glass of champagne. Wendy took a glass and drowned in one gulp and she took another and did the same to it. Then Wendy took her right hand and pressed it on her forehead. Edward who noticed everything grabbed Wendy by the arm and whispered something into her ears. Wendy's face changed and she got up and threw the napkin on the table and walked off. She could not even manage five consecutive steps and he fell on the floor. Peter raised his hand in order of reaching out to her but thought better of it. He did not want to blow his cover. Edward quickly ran to her aid, picked her up and walked her into the mansion and out of Peter's sight. By then the whole crown turned to look at what just took place, and they all broke into loud murmurs.
There was nothing Peter could do now. He looked up into the sky. He looked at the second star to the right. He was thinking of how in a few seconds he would have to go through that star, never to come back again. Peter choked back his tears because he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. Peter was just about to leave when he heard voices on the balcony below.
"What is the matter with you tonight? You have not been behaving yourself the moment you stepped out of that buggy," growled Edward at Wendy as he pushed her. Wendy lost her balance and fell hard on the floor.
"Listen to me!" Yelled Edward as he grabbed her arm and forced her into a standing position.
"I have people down there expecting to see the best of you because it was my grandfather's death wish for me to marry you. If this is how you are planning to behave, you will make a mockery of my grandfather's dead body," Edward whispered harshly into Wendy's ears.
"I told you I'm sorry," slurred Wendy.
"Please Edward, let go of my bloody arm. You're hurting me," cried Wendy.
"Bitch!" said Edward as he let go of her arm roughly.
"If you want to know, I never wanted to marry you in the first place. All you ever care about is your fame and riches. You are marrying me just because you can inherit you grandfather's wealth. What do you think I am? A bloody slut for you to make money out of me?" Wendy yelled back at him, swaying a little.
"How dare you?" Edward lifted his hand to give her a hard blow. Peter quickly dived down to her rescue but he was too late. The back of Edward's hand landed hard on Wendy's face but before her head could reach the floor, Peter cushioned her fall. Wendy looked up at Peter with weakened eyes and moaned his name softly before she fainted.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Edward, looking Peter up and down, probably wondering low of his attire. Peter did not answer, instead, he so filled with anger at Edward that he gave him a hard blow at his jaw. Edward yelled in pain while Peter quickly grabbed Wendy in his arms and took off. Peter could hear Edward yell out to him and also the gasps of the people below.