Chapter 1: The Last Letter

You'd have thought that the beautiful girl with the lacy white nightgown would've stayed with him.

The smooth blond curls reaching the middle of her back flowing gently as she lay there, her pale blue eyes closed.

Her brothers, John and Michael believed in her story as much as she did, but there was more to the story than what they knew.

The lonely boy who came to her house one night in search of his shadow. If only he hadn't been so loud, maybe the girl wouldn't have woken.

But Wendy Darling wasn't a deep sleeper like her brothers and that's how she had met him.

The boy who gave her the adventures she'd always wanted.

Years had passed since then, happy memories of a life on an island full of boys and their silly games couldn't be forgotten.

Nor did she want to forget. She wrote to the boy every night when she left him, but he never replied. Sometimes she wondered if he ever received the ink written letters at all.

What the Wendy girl found easiest to remember was the light shimmer of his emerald eyes in the moonlight as he stared into the sapphires of her own.

He had wanted her to stay, begged her not to leave. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have lost her daughter to him...

But this wasn't about Jane. No. This was the story of how Peter Pan became the bloody demon that he is today.

The demon who gave her the world only to have her throw it back at him.

Wendy Darling wasn't a little girl anymore. She was that little stone cross on the top of a hill, the spirit floating through the moonlit night, the old woman six feet under ground.

Her letters to Peter, however didn't end and as the ghost wrote the words she still felt the tears of her memories wash over her like a tidal wave, knowing that the thousands of words she wrote, will never be seen by the boy she used to know.

Peter Pan however, he didn't know she was dead. He thought she'd forgotten. The shadow came to him one night, and gave him the last letter, the only one that the dark smoky shape didn't burn.

The boy opened it slowly, a frown on his youthful features.

Hello Peter,

I expect that I'll be gone by the time you read this. I have grown old, you see.

Please forgive me. I tried to stay young, I really did but I guess that only one of us could stay young and beautiful forever.

I know I chose to leave you, that I wanted to go home. But I regret every moment, my dear, dear, Peter.

Let me just say that I waited and waited for you to return to me. My sweet lost boy, I sat by my window every night just gazing at the stars.

Well, one star; the second star to the right... You're star.

I thought that if I did it enough that you would find me again. That you would hold me in your arms again.

And that we'd run hand in hand down the flowery meadows outside London city. Just like we used to do before you flew me away.

You know, you made me feel like I had the world in my hands when you loved me.

You loved when I thought no one could. I guess that's how you found me in the first place, isn't it?

But now, I guess it's impossible that we'll end up together again. You were right, you know; to stay young forever.

Growing up isn't easy and responsibilities aren't either. I learnt that the hard way.

I miss you Peter and I often called out your name. You never answered my calls. Not even once.

As I write this, I'm beginning to wonder if you'll reply to this one before my time in this world ends.

You said that when people grow up they forget the way to fly. They forget to believe and... They forget you.

But I never forgot about you. I will always remember you, Peter Pan.

I remember how you told me that dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You told me that I can have anything in life if I'm willing to sacrifice everything else for it.

Well that's what I did, Peter, my entire life. I married, had children and I had a life of my own... Now, I fear that it's coming to an end.

Maybe I would be by your side right now, if I hadn't been foolish enough to want to grow up.

Perhaps I'd even be holding your hand now as we ran through the forests of Neverland.

Perhaps I could've loved you as well, if only you had given me that chance.

Or if only I had given it to myself. But I will always remember you, even when I die.

Endings are always hard in letters like these, so I decided that I won't say goodbye, because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

At least that's the last thing you ever taught me.

It's harder to end it all this way, but maybe, if you wish hard enough, maybe I'll come back to you.

I will see you again, Peter... In another life.

Wendy Darling.

This story is why Peter is so obsessed with the Darling family.

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