4. The Tale
"Wendy, are you feeling alright?" her mother whispered.
"Yes, I am, mother." But she wasn't. She hardly held a gasp and tried to remember it better. She knew him... His blonde hair, his blue-green eyes... everything. That young man looked just like... No, it couldn't be him. After all, that boy was grown-up... But before she could do or say anything, the boy took her hand and kissed it.
"Good evening, miss. I am Peter Wiseman." He said, bowing.
The name hit Wendy's head with a sharp pain. He couldn't be Peter Pan but it seemed too obvious.
"Pleased to meet, Mr. Wiseman. I'm Wendy Darling." She bowed not taking his eyes off him.
Suddenly she saw something. At the glimpse of the name the boy's eyes started to shine even more and Wendy saw adventure and imagination in them. That vision suddenly turned into two people: one boy wrapped in vines and a girl wearing a white nightgown. They were dancing. She and Peter were flying and dancing, with no music at all. She did remember that wonderful moment which brought a conclusion to her: that boy who lied in front of her was, with no doubt, Peter Pan. "Dear, are you sure you're alright?"
"I am fine, mother. Don't worry."
"Well, I guess dinner's ready." Mr. Wiseman announced "The dining room is this way." He said showing the way to the guests. Peter and Wendy were left behind.
"May I lead you to the dining room, Miss Darling?"
Wendy who didn't want to accept the request, forced a smile and behaved like a true lady.
"If you mean too, Mr. Wiseman."
"Can you excuse me, please?"
"Where are you going, Wendy?"
"I'd fancy a walk in the garden."
"Peter, you wouldn't mind leading Miss Darling to the garden, would you?"
"No, mother, of course I'll lead her."
They were among the flowers, walking silently. Sometimes Peter spoke a bit about the garden and Wendy simply nodded, trying not to look at him and admiring the flowers. Anyone could see how embarrassed they were.
"You know, I missed you a lot, Wendy-lady."
"I missed you a 'bit' too, Peter" she said, avoiding his eyes and finishing the conversation. They went a few steps and Peter re-started the onverstion.
"You threw my acorn away."
"What? Sorry, ut I don't know what are you talking about!"
"I was watching you in the day you decided to let go... I watched you every day until that one."
"And you left me making a fool of myself during one year. Why didn't you show up?"
"I... I don't know. I was afraid you could kiss me again and I... I thought that then you'd make me to grow up... I guess I was... afraid of you."
"Afraid of me?" she said, at the verge of tears. "I loved you and the only thing you did was to stay in the roof watching me while I was speaking to the stars, desperate to find you! I slept by the window, just in case you'd come and you couldn't just whisper a "Good night"! You..."
"Don't cry, Wendy-lady! I'm sorry if I hurt you..." Peter didn't know what to do, but he moved forward to clean her tears. She abruptly turned her face, not letting him do what he wanted to.
"Don't dare! Don't dare to touch me!"
"Wendy, please, don't be like that. You're still my Wendy..."
"No, I am not your Wendy. In fact, I think you don't deserve to be loved by anyone!" she started walking away from him, then she was running.
After all, he had been at her house every night but didn't even try to say hello. She didn't believe she could have loved him.
Suddenly, she tumbled and fell in the grass letting go off her shoes. She started crying when Peter came and sat near her.
"I... I'm sorry!"
"Go away!"
"I..."
"I told you to go away!"
He lied there quietly hearing Wendy's painful cry. After some minutes he spoke.
"After seeing you dropping my acorn, I went mad. I flew through the skies and then it started to rain. I didn't go down and the rain grew stronger but I wouldn't give it up. Suddenly my happy thoughts went away and I fell. Luckily there was a big tree near the place I had fallen into and I slept under it. It was near Mr. Wiseman's house and when he was walking by with his wife they saw me. Then, some way I don't know, they took me to their house. I refused to stay there but they told me that I wasn't enough healthy to go away and that they would keep me there until I was better. They were very good to me and I started confiding on them. One day I told them I had been mad because of a girl that swore she'd never forget me and that then she had actually forgotten me. They taught me what was love that day and after that I started learning things with them. I decided to stay there and grow up... and try to find you."
"That is a wonderful story, Mr. Wiseman... we should become a writer."
"That is not my path... my path is to stay with you. With my Wendy!"
"See if you understand this: when people grow up, they give up childish things! I gave up telling stories... and I gave up believing on you. That means I don't love you anymore!"
"But I am here... I am real!"
"No, you aren't. You are just a childish dream."
"I'm real! Can't you see?"
"I've seen so much that I can't distinguish who's real and who's a dream."
"But... I can prove you I'm real. Real people have feelings, dream people haven't. I have feelings!"
"The Peter Pan I met didn't have feelings."
"Yes, he did! He was just to stupid to notice it, because he was afraid."
"Come off it! This is a joke! You are a joke! You are a trick that my mind is playing on me. I know it!"
She stood up and ran off to the house, dirtying off her dress and hair.
A/N: Wait!... 1,2,3... You can jump. FINALLY, I UPDATED THIS THING. First, I want to think you all because you've waited though I promised to update it week to week. Then, I want to think you all for reviewing... and I want to say that there must be a lot of mistakes, for I'm Portuguese! Fifth chapter on progress...
"Wendy, are you feeling alright?" her mother whispered.
"Yes, I am, mother." But she wasn't. She hardly held a gasp and tried to remember it better. She knew him... His blonde hair, his blue-green eyes... everything. That young man looked just like... No, it couldn't be him. After all, that boy was grown-up... But before she could do or say anything, the boy took her hand and kissed it.
"Good evening, miss. I am Peter Wiseman." He said, bowing.
The name hit Wendy's head with a sharp pain. He couldn't be Peter Pan but it seemed too obvious.
"Pleased to meet, Mr. Wiseman. I'm Wendy Darling." She bowed not taking his eyes off him.
Suddenly she saw something. At the glimpse of the name the boy's eyes started to shine even more and Wendy saw adventure and imagination in them. That vision suddenly turned into two people: one boy wrapped in vines and a girl wearing a white nightgown. They were dancing. She and Peter were flying and dancing, with no music at all. She did remember that wonderful moment which brought a conclusion to her: that boy who lied in front of her was, with no doubt, Peter Pan. "Dear, are you sure you're alright?"
"I am fine, mother. Don't worry."
"Well, I guess dinner's ready." Mr. Wiseman announced "The dining room is this way." He said showing the way to the guests. Peter and Wendy were left behind.
"May I lead you to the dining room, Miss Darling?"
Wendy who didn't want to accept the request, forced a smile and behaved like a true lady.
"If you mean too, Mr. Wiseman."
"Can you excuse me, please?"
"Where are you going, Wendy?"
"I'd fancy a walk in the garden."
"Peter, you wouldn't mind leading Miss Darling to the garden, would you?"
"No, mother, of course I'll lead her."
They were among the flowers, walking silently. Sometimes Peter spoke a bit about the garden and Wendy simply nodded, trying not to look at him and admiring the flowers. Anyone could see how embarrassed they were.
"You know, I missed you a lot, Wendy-lady."
"I missed you a 'bit' too, Peter" she said, avoiding his eyes and finishing the conversation. They went a few steps and Peter re-started the onverstion.
"You threw my acorn away."
"What? Sorry, ut I don't know what are you talking about!"
"I was watching you in the day you decided to let go... I watched you every day until that one."
"And you left me making a fool of myself during one year. Why didn't you show up?"
"I... I don't know. I was afraid you could kiss me again and I... I thought that then you'd make me to grow up... I guess I was... afraid of you."
"Afraid of me?" she said, at the verge of tears. "I loved you and the only thing you did was to stay in the roof watching me while I was speaking to the stars, desperate to find you! I slept by the window, just in case you'd come and you couldn't just whisper a "Good night"! You..."
"Don't cry, Wendy-lady! I'm sorry if I hurt you..." Peter didn't know what to do, but he moved forward to clean her tears. She abruptly turned her face, not letting him do what he wanted to.
"Don't dare! Don't dare to touch me!"
"Wendy, please, don't be like that. You're still my Wendy..."
"No, I am not your Wendy. In fact, I think you don't deserve to be loved by anyone!" she started walking away from him, then she was running.
After all, he had been at her house every night but didn't even try to say hello. She didn't believe she could have loved him.
Suddenly, she tumbled and fell in the grass letting go off her shoes. She started crying when Peter came and sat near her.
"I... I'm sorry!"
"Go away!"
"I..."
"I told you to go away!"
He lied there quietly hearing Wendy's painful cry. After some minutes he spoke.
"After seeing you dropping my acorn, I went mad. I flew through the skies and then it started to rain. I didn't go down and the rain grew stronger but I wouldn't give it up. Suddenly my happy thoughts went away and I fell. Luckily there was a big tree near the place I had fallen into and I slept under it. It was near Mr. Wiseman's house and when he was walking by with his wife they saw me. Then, some way I don't know, they took me to their house. I refused to stay there but they told me that I wasn't enough healthy to go away and that they would keep me there until I was better. They were very good to me and I started confiding on them. One day I told them I had been mad because of a girl that swore she'd never forget me and that then she had actually forgotten me. They taught me what was love that day and after that I started learning things with them. I decided to stay there and grow up... and try to find you."
"That is a wonderful story, Mr. Wiseman... we should become a writer."
"That is not my path... my path is to stay with you. With my Wendy!"
"See if you understand this: when people grow up, they give up childish things! I gave up telling stories... and I gave up believing on you. That means I don't love you anymore!"
"But I am here... I am real!"
"No, you aren't. You are just a childish dream."
"I'm real! Can't you see?"
"I've seen so much that I can't distinguish who's real and who's a dream."
"But... I can prove you I'm real. Real people have feelings, dream people haven't. I have feelings!"
"The Peter Pan I met didn't have feelings."
"Yes, he did! He was just to stupid to notice it, because he was afraid."
"Come off it! This is a joke! You are a joke! You are a trick that my mind is playing on me. I know it!"
She stood up and ran off to the house, dirtying off her dress and hair.
A/N: Wait!... 1,2,3... You can jump. FINALLY, I UPDATED THIS THING. First, I want to think you all because you've waited though I promised to update it week to week. Then, I want to think you all for reviewing... and I want to say that there must be a lot of mistakes, for I'm Portuguese! Fifth chapter on progress...