Wendy was walking toward her parents when she heard the voice close to her
ear whisper, "I saw you, Wendy."
She stopped immediately and turned, to find a masked young man towering over her with an ominous stance, "Do I know you, sir?"
"I saw you with him," he continued, scowling.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't recognize you," Wendy replied, nervous and turned away.
The figure chuckled cruelly, "How quickly you forgot me. I suppose I needn't have returned at all."
Wendy turned immediately as she recognized the laugh, though mirthless where there was once joy, "Peter?"
He nodded, and looked at her neckline, which was slightly dropping in the front, "You aren't even wearing my charm anymore."
Wendy snorted, "Sorry, an acorn doesn't quite go with this dress. Besides, I don't owe you anything. You left me, remember?"
Peter glared through his mask, "And it's a good thing, or I would never have known what a vixen you are."
"You have no claim to me, nor I to you," Wendy replied scathingly. "So, I think that it is none of your business who I keep company with."
Inside, Wendy was bitterly amused by the irony of it. She had thought she would be happy to see him, but as she stood there with him, she had a dark desire to hurt him because he had hurt her. Evidently the feelings don't become clearer as you grow, only more complicated.
She stopped immediately and turned, to find a masked young man towering over her with an ominous stance, "Do I know you, sir?"
"I saw you with him," he continued, scowling.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't recognize you," Wendy replied, nervous and turned away.
The figure chuckled cruelly, "How quickly you forgot me. I suppose I needn't have returned at all."
Wendy turned immediately as she recognized the laugh, though mirthless where there was once joy, "Peter?"
He nodded, and looked at her neckline, which was slightly dropping in the front, "You aren't even wearing my charm anymore."
Wendy snorted, "Sorry, an acorn doesn't quite go with this dress. Besides, I don't owe you anything. You left me, remember?"
Peter glared through his mask, "And it's a good thing, or I would never have known what a vixen you are."
"You have no claim to me, nor I to you," Wendy replied scathingly. "So, I think that it is none of your business who I keep company with."
Inside, Wendy was bitterly amused by the irony of it. She had thought she would be happy to see him, but as she stood there with him, she had a dark desire to hurt him because he had hurt her. Evidently the feelings don't become clearer as you grow, only more complicated.