disclaimer: wow. this is the last time I'll be writing a disclaimer that says I don't own Peter Pan for this story. How sad... but note I said "for this story."
Author's Note: Yay! Epilogue time! Woot!
Heather looked at her mother with disappointed eyes.
"So what happened next, Mum?"
Her mother sighed, sapphire eyes glazing as she thought about. She smiled.
"They lived happily ever after." Emily glanced at her husband sitting at his desk with his bare feet propped up, reading a book. His sun-bleached brown hair hung messily in his eyes, probably obscuring his vision, but he seemed not to mind. "Or so far, anyway."
Heather looked from her mother, then to her dad, then back to her mom. Her jaw dropped. "You mean---?"
Emily grinned, her eyes sparkling at her husband, who was so caught up in his book that he was oblivious to everything around him. His eyes darted back and forth across the page, taking in every word. Or so she thought.
"Telling her that boring old story again?" he complained before he even shut his book and put it down. He turned in his chair, his bright green eyes glowing. He grinned.
"I might be," Emily defended. "And who said it was boring?" She pouted. "I thought I did good."
He stood and walked over to the couch, sitting next to his wife. "You're not as good as Wendy was, but you've gotten better."
Heather looked between them, mouth still agape. "You mean that my dad is Peter Pan?"
"Was," Peter corrected. He frowned, staring into space. "Peter Pan died along with Neverland. He only exists in memories now."
"But you were him once," Heather continued, ever the optimistic. "This is so cool!"
Peter and Emily chuckled, then Emily tapped her daughter on the shoulder. "All right, off to bed with you. School tomorrow."
Heather groaned, but sauntered off up the stairs anyway.
Emily sighed. "She's getting more like you every day," she said, cuddling next to her husband.
"Let's just hope that she doesn't run away to Kensington Gardens, huh?" Peter kissed his wife's forehead.
"Or that a boy who did will take her away." Emily smiled up at him.
"She'll be fine." Peter glanced at the stairs, winking at the pair of green eyes that resembled his own that peeked from behind the banister. Heather jumped and ran back to her room, embarrassed that she had been caught yet again by her father, who seemed to know all the hiding tricks and places in the book. When she was gone, Peter continued. "Everybody grows up. We all do eventually." He grinned and kissed Emily's lips.
Even though Peter Pan no longer existed, his legacy still lived on, along with the memory of a place where no child grew up. But all children grow up someday. Whether it be physically or mentally or emotionally or spiritually, we are born, we live, and we die. Such is the cycle. Because growing up is part of living. And living in itself is one of the greatest adventures of all.
Author's Note: (throws confetti and streamers) Yay! Its done! The first story I've ever finished! And yet its so sad at the same time... But party anyway! If I knew all you people that read this story I would tell you to come to my house and join the party, but alas, I don't. But you guys can have a party anyway!
I want to thank you all for reading this story and giving me lots of support in your reviews. I wouldn't have posted this much if it weren't for you guys. I never really thought this story would be accepted well on but you guys proved me wrong, like you always do. I especially want to thank Kayla Kellerman, who was my rough draft-reader and literally threatened to kill me if I didn't write more. She also gave me plenty of ideas and really helped this story take the shape it did. Also, I want to thank Angela Schlitter (Angie: If you're reading this now, I prolly spelled your name wrong like I always do. Sorry. And if I did spell it write...Woot!) and Laura Ashley for being the two people who proofread the later chapters while the rest of you guys were stuck waiting on chapter eight. Thank you guys so much. You don't know how much I love you all! Wow, I'm making this sound like I'm leaving forever. I'm not, thank God...Thanks again for reading and reviewing like I pleaded with you to do in the summary, and I hope to see your names on the reviews for the sequel, The Greatest Adventure. Sounds like a Homeward Bound movie. But think about it and you might figure out what it's about. Bye y'all, and God bless.