He made a promise and broke it. He made a promise and broke it. He made a promise and broke it. He made a promise and broke it. He made a promise and broke it. He made a promise and broke it.
Wendy Darling lay thrashing feverishly in the bed. Her mother, Mrs. Darling, sat by her daughters side, softly singing a lullaby to herself. Her daughter had been this way since she had come back- that was over a year ago. The doctor had said it was a mental condition, and wouldn't last much longer. Then, she had refused to belive it, but now, doubts lurked beneath the bags under her eyes.
Wendy mumured something in her sleep. Always the same thing- Peter.
Mrs. Darling had remembered so long ago telling her children that she went through their minds when they were asleep at night. How long ago that seemed now. She remembered Wendy telling her about Peter Pan when she and her brothers had returned from their "adventures" in Neverland. Wendy had told her of his adventures he had told her, his lonliness, his thimble, his kiss. And his broken promise.
Mrs. Darling had never seen her daughter in so much pain. She had never seen her heart broken so badly. All anyone would have to do was look into the teary eyes to see she was never able to understand an imaginary boy had turned her daughter into a mental case.
Wendy lay perfectly still. Her breathing slowed.
Second start to the right and straight on till morning. Neverland was coming quickly into view. As A boy and his shadow came to greet her. She began to slip into the familiar land, the familiar leaf house, the familiar doorknocker.
"Hello Peter."
"Hello Wendy."
Wendy's funeral was short and sweet. A young girl with a hidden kiss, and a young boy who refused to grow up, stood to one side. As the final song was played, the girl whispered something to the boy.
"What were my last words?"
"Hello Peter."
"Hello Peter," she repeated.