Disclaimer: don't own Peter Pan, never will.

I always watched her. My whole life, there would be those moments when she would stop. She'd be knitting, and just stop. She'd be cooking, and just stop. Then there were those times when she would be tellling us a story about him, about Peter Pan, and just stop.

Whenever this happened, she'd get such a blank look in her eyes. That look people get when they miss someone, although just a bit different. I couldn't place it until I got older, and it happened to me. That look is the look of Love Lost. My mother, Wendy, and I had both fallen for the same boy. Yes, boy.

She had fallen in love with him on her trip to Neverland, just the same as I had. And it's such a painful feeling. I want him to be happy, and I know he is, there in Neverland. He could never learn to love, because he is only a child. He was my friend, and that's exactly what he thinks of me as. But everyday, there's that dull, gnawing pain inside my chest. Sometimes, like my mother, I think of him too much. My mind is overcome with thoughts of his smile..... His hair....... Even his disgusting hygiene habits. A few times, when I'm by myself, I just cry. Uncontrollable sobbing.

Like right now. It's 4 in the morning, and outside there's a thunderstorm. Thunder and lightning shake the house every few minutes. I'm on my bed, tears rolling continuously down my cheeks, my eyes red and puffy, clutching my knees to my chest. I'm even shaking. For no reason at all, I get up and grab my robe. I throw it on, and step outside my door. I run down the stairs, avoiding the third from the bottom, as it squeaks. I open the creaky front door, and step out into the rain.

It falls on me, making my thin robe cling to my arms, and my hair stick to my face. I look up, the droplets hitting my cheeks and forehead.

Dance! It seems almost as if his voice is there, telling me what to do. In my head, I hear a beautiful song played on panpipes. I twirl, I jump, I laugh. I'm so happy. It's almost as if he's there, his hands on my waist, guiding me. Yet, I still cry.

Sing! Sing for me, Jane! I sing automatically, words to the panpipes song jumping into my mouth. I look up, and a bolt of lightning illuminates the sky. A silhouette shows on the top of the house.

"Peter!" I yell in surprise. I stop dancing, laughing, singing, and twirling. Another bolt strikes. No more silhouette. My happy expression falls. He's not there. He'll never be there. He's forgotten about me, about Wendy, about Micheal and John. Like children do. Like he always will.

I feel that blank, Love Lost look fill up my face.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it.... It made me sad, because I used to feel the same way about a boy I know. Like he was my friend one day, and by the next, I'd been forgotten. Sad, right? Not really! I found a new love..... REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!