Goodbye.

Peter

She didn't want to come. I couldn't understand why. I looked her in the eyes, tearing up. I allowed the tears to stream freely. She took my hands and held them gently. 

"Boy, why are you crying?" she said softly. I breathed a laugh and rubbed her hand with a finger. I remember the first time she said that to me. It was the first time she met me. 

She smiled, laughing quietly. I break eye contact and look down at my chest. Slowly, I unlatched my necklace. I held the small acorn necklace in my palm. She and I both looked at it.

"We had good times, Peter. I won't forget them. Ever." 

I continued to look at my necklace. 

Tears of happy times chasing pirates, flying above the clouds, and laughing while surrounded by glowing fairies streamed down my cheeks. 

I pressed the necklace into her palm. "Keep it, please. Don't lose it. And when you look at it, think of me. Don't forget our adventures. Please."

"Never, Peter," she promised.

I took one last look around her room, committing it to memory. The desk where she pulled out the acorn she now holds. The bed I sat on as she fixed my shadow. There's a small picture of a young girl laughing as an older woman tickled her. 

"Then I guess this is goodbye," I cleared my throat. 

I turned to the window. The stars never seemed so far. Never. I easily spot the brightest star and the second star to the right. Before I left, I said one more thing.

"Don't forget me, Wendy."

Wendy

He looked so confused. His eyes moved frantically, tearing up. I took a deep breath. I always knew it would come to this. As much as it hurt, I had to. I had to grow up. 

His tears flowed fast. He glanced down, but looked back up as I held his hands, gently.

"Boy, why are you crying?" I smiled, remembering the first time I said that. I was so young. So carefree. 

He laughed a little, and so did I. He slowly removed the necklace I gave him, so long ago. I looked at, remembering all of our adventures. All of our time in Neverland. 

"We had good times, Peter. I won't forget them. Ever."

He continued to stare at the necklace. I wished I could comfort him somehow more, but I knew nothing I said would help. 

Tears silently ran down his face. 

He pressed the acorn necklace into my hand and covered it with his. "Keep it, please," he begged me. "Don't lose it. And when you look at it, think of me. Don't forget our adventures. Please."

How could i? Those days with him were the best of my days. My eyes teared up a little, blurring my vision. "Never, Peter," I promised. 

I watch him as he gazes around my room. His eyes travel from my desk, my bed, and finally resting on the picture of my three year old daughter laughing with me. 

How I wished Peter could've been a part of my life more. 

"Then I guess this is goodbye," he cleared his throat. 

I wanted to tell him that it's not. I wanted to say that I was coming with him. That we would go back. But I couldn't. That wasn't my life anymore. 

He turned to my window, gazing sadly out at the stars. I could only imagine what he was thinking. Without turning around, he said one last thing.

"Don't forget me, Wendy."

"I love you, Peter," I said, crying.

But he already left. 

He never heard me.