Making the right decision never felt so right, so confident.
Peter soon reached Bloomsbury, guided by Wendy's soft sobs. Cries that came as a calling to his ears. A calling of aid, a calling of need.
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The joyful voices of her brothers playing in the backyard, sounded over Wendy's tears.
She would cry herself to sleep. A helpless, but convenient way to numb her pain.
She wanted to feel nothing…no emotions, no thoughts, no memories of Peter, or anything having to do with Neverland.
Amusingly ironic how, besides her will to wash away her feelings, the idea of seeing Peter Pan again, seemed like redemption.
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With his heart pumping like crazy through his chest, Peter invited himself in the nursery. Stepping away from the wide window's frame, he spotted the object of his thoughts curved up in her cozy bed.
He was struggling, with all the lingering emotions seeking expression through unspoken words.
And then, came the voice. Her voice, weak and soft, like a whisper.
"Peter? is…is this another dream?" Wet eyes spotted him in the darkness
The young boy sat on the bed, facing her. He pressed his finger on her lips
"And…Where's Tink?"
"She couldn't stop me from finding love"
"Love?"
"Emotions…the ones you lit inside my soul when you left…."
Peter took his gaze away from Wendy's soft blue eyes.
"oh Peter.."
"I love you Wendy. Now I'm sure, I'm confident, I'm happy. With you."
"But what about Neverland?What about growing up?"
"Being with you is the most important thing. With you love, your kiss, I can face everything…even getting older. For I'll be by your side. always"
"I love you"
Peter smiled, before pulling her in a soft, tender kiss, capturing her mind, body and soul.
"And Tinkerbelle," he pulled away slightly, "will always stay with me, safe, here." He said touching his bare chest, "Because I do believe in fairies"
None of them spoke. They remained silent, while the warm moonlight embraced them, until dawn.