The Empty Sky

Wendy gazed longingly through the open window as the thin white curtains fluttered in the frigid winter wind, through the window and out into the indigo sky strewn with glittering stars, shimmering like forgotten diamonds.

The empty sky.

The girl sighed. She knew that after three and a half years, even her brothers had begun to murmur amongst themselves that surely, soon, Wendy would have to close the window and move on. But to Wendy herself, move on sounded far too much like grow up.

Peter would never approve, she thought wryly, a faint smile crossing her lips, at the corner of which a kiss still waited.

Waited, because he promised that he would return, and Wendy will hold him to that promise until the day she dies.