No one knew of the girl that was there before Peter.
No one knew of the girl who brought him there.
No one knew of the girl who never grew up.
No one knew of the girl that loved her best friend.
Before you read this be aware I was in a huge Peter Pa...
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I was flying with Peter to the Mainland, as the previous night his shadow was ripped from him by a 'vicious beast' as he put it. So we were going to retrieve it. We stopped outside a window that had colourful glass in it, creating the image of a ship sailing. Tink was on Peter's shoulder, I had left Z at home to mind the boys.
Tink flew over to the window using her magic to jiggle the lock and open the window she flew in fast as a light and started searching for the shadow. Peter gently landed on the windowsill peeking inside the room. He hesitated before flying over the threshold. Tink flew over excitedly, and the pair moved further inside. I took a seat on the edge of the sill, my legs hanging over the edge, as I gazed up at the stars.
I got lost in admiring the stunning diamonds on the inky black canvas. I didn't even notice Peter was banging his foot with a wooden block, trying to stick his shadow back on. It clearly wasn't working. I was pulled from my thoughts by a sweet, angelic voice.
"Boy, why are you crying?" I quickly jumped up, hiding on the overhang of the roof. It was difficult to hear the rest of the conversation, with the light night breeze and their quiet voices. I only got bits and pieces. "Pan..." "Darling..." "Can...fly." I leaned a little further over the edge and heard more clearly.
"Where do you live?" I heard the sweet voice again, and I wondered how Peter would answer her. "Second to the right, straight on till morning," I saw him shift near the window, and I floated a little closer.
"They put that on the letters?" she asked again, curiously.
"Don't get any letters." Peter answer casually, folding his arms.
"But your Mother gets letters." the girl argued, just as I gently landed on the sill again.
I instinctively tensed up, Mothers or parents in general had always been a sore subject with Peter, I didn't want him blowing up at this girl!
I peeked inside the now bright room, seeing three beds two of which were occupied, toys and other object scattered on the floor. I bite my lip as Peter swallowed before answering. "Don't have a Mother."
I saw the girl, who I assumed is Wendy, gasp a look of pity flashing over her soft features. "No wonder you were crying." she said gently. I rolled my eyes, Peter doesn't cry.
"I wasn't crying about Mothers!" Peter began defensively, marching towards the end of the unoccupied bed. "I was crying, because I couldn't get this shadow to stick!" He continued angrily, yanking the leg of his shadow, "And I wasn't crying!" He finished trying to tie the shadow to his leg, I chuckled quietly at his burst of emotion.
Wendy hesitantly approached him and with an apologetic smile, she kneeled down with her legs neatly beneath her. "I could sew it on for you." She offered, seeing his struggle. Peter's shadow gripped him, pinning him to the end of the bed, I snickered as he struggled to nod. Wendy grinned before skipping out of the room.
