The Lost Boy

His Wendy

The fact that I am the lost Alice in this huge wonderland, what's peculiar to society is normal to me. However, sitting with the lost boy made me realize one crucial part of my very existence. *Eventually, there is still some form of peculiarity that I could not fathom. Surely, I'm not looking for any logical explanation or something of that sort. However, I am still very baffled about this thing in me that's growing. 'Is this liquor causing all these funny things that are currently transpiring in my biological embodiment?'  I thought to myself as my eyes focused on the drink that I'm holding. Suddenly,

*snap* The lost boy snaps his finger in front of my face. "ALICE!"  he exclaimed. I immediately regained my senses and said, "Oh, pardon me for that. My mind just wanders off once in a while." He gave me a puzzled look as I was explaining and laughs at the thought of my words. 'Of course, smarty pants. Who wouldn't?' I thought to myself again. "You're funny! I was calling you multiple times and it seems as if your mind was as lost as you are." He said in between his laughter. "Well pardon me, good sir. But, the fact that we have a lot in common just bothers me." I replied.Then, I saw his laugh turn into a smile and I somehow noticed a sense of serenity in his gaze as he stared deeply into my eyes," Hmm... Perhaps so. However, what you just said earlier made me think of  Wendy."  He said as he shifted his eyes from mine to the glass he was holding. I can see the pain in his actions. "Wendy? Who is this Wendy you speak of?" I asked. I hate being compared to a person, honestly. However, it seems as though the lost boy is in deep pain because of this wendy he speaks of. 

As I mentioned, I'm lost, mad and corrupted. I don't want anybody to end up the same way as I am nor would I want anyone to suffer as much as I do. So if I can save him from this utter pain and demise that I currently am in, I gladly would. I do not understand what's so special in him that got me this drawn to his presence though. Perhaps his undoubtful charm? or those fairy dust that glitters on him. All of these questions are running wildly in my thoughts as he smiles while looking at his now empty glass and he started to speak.

"Now, Wendy. She's one special being who knew me very well. She knows me even deeper than you do. We met in the most unexpected circumstance and the very moment we did, she left a thimble that bore here." He pointed to his chest and paused. He grabbed the bottle of liquor and poured some on both of our empty glasses. As he was doing so, I couldn't help but think. 'He is one bizarre being.  I don't know what's in him that I'm drawn to but it seems as if I have a thimble in my chest for him too.' "No, Alice. It's  impossible! no! not!"  I uttered to myself. "What?" The Lost Boy asked confused. "Oh! um. Nothing. Please do continue, good sir." I responded with a little pain in my chest. Wait? Why? "Uh, okay. By the way, the name's Peter. Peter Pan. I just remembered I wasn't able to introduce myself formally. You know, Wendy has that way of speaking as well."

"Like what? My accent?" I asked. "Ah! yes! accent!"  He exclaimed. I giggled and said, "Okay, that's interesting."  Every single word he utters give this tiny pain in my chest. Perhaps because I really hate being compared to another being. Though, I AM used to it. I learned a lot about his Wendy. Like, how she makes him feel a bit confused. He said Wendy doesn't seem to have the same thimble in her chest towards him but she gave him hope. Wendy seems like a responsible and beautiful being. But, I don't like how she treats Peter. I don't know why. I'm usually very blunt in telling other beings off when they compare me to other beings. However, to him, I can't. Might be due to the fact that I can see his pain lift a bit when he talks about it. "...she rejected my offer. She wants to grow up." So, that's the root of the pain in his eyes. I stood up, sat next to him and gave him a little bit of comfort. 

"Well, I can be how you perceived Wendy ideally for as long as you allow me to be." I unconsciously told him. I know I did not want this. However, something inside me wants to lift his spirits up. Probably because I see myself in him? I don't know why I just said that. But, I'll do my best to do what I just said.