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Fear

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The little girl inside Wendy was crying hopelessly. She looked to Peter, his teeth, white, little pearls, exactly the same as the last time they'd met, many years ago. His teeth were not visible because he was grinning delightfully, but because he was softly growling at her.
The little girl inside Wendy reached out to stroke his cheek comfortingly but he flinched away from her grown-up hand. Her lips quivered slightly, trying to hold in her tears but her child-self had already let go and was crying uncontrollably.
Fear had overcome her.
The fear wasn't because of the way a growl continued to rumble deep in Peter's throat, or the fact that his hand faithfully and silently clutched at his dagger.
The fear came from his fear.
Never, not in all the hundreds of adventures they shared together had even a drop of fear been seen in Peter's eyes, and now, here it was, throbbing in his features, glistening in his eyes by the light of the fireplace.
Love pinched at Wendy's stomach uncomfortably.
She had made a promise that was impossible to keep; to never grow up, that she'd always be waiting for him to come spring-cleaning time each year.
She'd made that promise as a girl, and now she'd broken it as a woman.
I wrote this sometime last year when I was getting all emotional about not wanting to grow up haha... I guess in that way I can relate to Wendy, the fearful Peter is me and I'm scared of the part of me that is slowly growing into a woman. I don't want to be a woman, I don't want to be a man, I don't want to be an adult, I just want to be me.

I absolutely love the story of Peter Pan and I feel like it will always be a favourite. I'm careful to preserve it so I don't really like to draw out images or write about it but this piece had just been gnawing at me while I was going through a hard time. It's short but packs a lot to me.


Peter Pan (c) JM Barrie
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