DISCLAIMER : I do not own the characters, no copyright intended.
"Wendy… you're not happy", said mom. She's right… so right… I was far from being happy. I felt lost, I felt as if my purpose in life was missing, I felt confused. Has he forgotten me? If not, why hasn't he visited me in more than 2 months? Does he love me? It's all so messed up. At the time leaving Neverland and growing up seemed to be the right choice, the only choice. I owed this much to my parents. But now nothing seemed right. Still, I wasn't going to admit that to mom.
"It's not true mom, I'm happy..." I tried to sound convincing.
"Yeah, right. " mom raised an eyebrow while saying that. "I haven't seen your smile since you came back, you don't eat well, you spend most of the night waiting by the window, you cry when you think you're alone and you're absent minded. Last night when we were in the living room it took your brother about 4 minutes to capture your attention. Believe me, I know my own daughter. This is not you being happy. " I forgot how observing my mother was. I thought I was handling it well, but I was mistaken.
"Well… it's just that…" how could I put it into words… I miss Peter, I miss being with him.
"Let me guess… You miss it… Neverland. And you miss Peter. And I guess you're worried about him and sad that you haven't seen him in two months." Yup, she did know her own daughter. Could she read minds too?
I felt that if I said anything my tears would start flowing so I just nodded. Mom hugged me, and kept silent a few minutes.
"Wendy…?" her tone didn't betray her emotions. "Would you… If you could, would you prefer living in Neverland?" this caught me off guard.
"Would you be happy in Neverland" I still didn't understand what she meant, so I didn't answer. "Would you go back?"
"I…" I was confused. "I don''t know, I… I think…" Then I thought about Neverland and about the moments spent with Peter. I thought about how happy I was flying with him, or dancing surrounded by fairies. Then I thought about our kiss… no, I shouldn't go there. If I remembered it would hurt too much. He didn't come back, he forgot his promise. Even if I was happy in Neverland it was too late. "Besides, I'm sure he forgot all about me. He didn't come back." I stopped because my tears slowly started falling.
My mother gently smiled and then kissed my forehead. "Don't be so sure, dear."
Again, I looked at her puzzled. "Why?"
"Well… Ten days ago I heard our dear neighbor, Cecile telling a most peculiar story. She said that she woke up in the middle of the night because one of her… many cats was trying to get back inside trough the window and got stuck. While trying to help her cat she saw the figure of a boy, a young boy it seemed, flying trough the street and landing right into our window. The poor woman was so scared by what she saw that she chose to stay up and watch to see if the boy would appear again. An hour later, when she finally decided to go to sleep and forget about the event, she saw the figure again, this time flying away." I couldn't say a word. Was it Peter? Could it be? Poor, old Cecile could be only imagining things… I mean she isn't the sanest person and she does live with twenty cats… I was thinking about this when mother continued."I didn't know if the story was true so I decided to check it up. My dear, I can tell you this. Either someone did come almost every night through the window, either I'm following Cecile footsteps and starting imagining things." Could it be?
"Mom do you think it's… him? Could this be true? But if it is why didn't he say anything."
"If it is true I'm sure he has an explanation. Now my dear girl… let me tell you this. You are my most treasured possession and I love you more then you can tell. I want you to be happy and I want to offer you everything you want, but he has something I cannot offer, and that's magic. And I mean both real magic and the magic you feel in here. " She pointed to my heart. "If you want to return with Peter to Neverland, I won't stop you, if you will be happy… although if you don't visit I'll find a way to fly there myself." She stopped and looked me into the eyes. "I'm telling you this because I know you've made up your mind and I want what's best for you." Now that she mentioned it I realized it too. If Peter were to come back, I couldn't let go of him again. I would follow him this time.
"It's getting late and we wouldn't want our midnight visitor to get scarred. Now go to bed, darling. Sweet dreams." She kissed my forehead again and the headed to the door. "Mom" I said. She looked at me. "I love you" and thanks. "Me too darling, me too." Then she closed the door.
I kept thinking about our conversation and about all the possibilities. Of one think I was sure, I wanted to see if Peter will show up tonight or not. That was the first step, if he didn't come, all the planning was useless.
The minutes seemed to pass slower than ever. After what seemed like ages I finally heard something move through the nursery. I carefully opened my eyes and saw the figure of a boy hiding in the dark. "Peter?" the figure didn't move. "Hi, Wendy." And it was his voce, the voice I could never forget, the voice that haunted my dreams. Without thinking I jumped right into his arms and it was real. He was here, just as I remembered him. "Oh, Peter."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you'll like it, it's my first story. I wanted Wendy to return to Neverland with Peter but it didn't seem fair to the parents so I decided to start this way.