wendybird

jubileena: oh, fineee!

jubileena: peter who?

wendy: aNYWAYS

——- ❝ Well good to know I can trust you to take what’s your’s then. ❞ He joked, looking amused with his sister’s audacity. He lifted up his book, revealing it to be about history, ❝ I’m just studying. Figured it was a bit more socially acceptable to come here than to sit in my room. Isn’t that what normal college students do ? What are you doing here ? ❞

HIS  LIP  QUIVERS ,  wanting  to  shout  a  string  of  expletives  ,  something  ,  anything  to  get  his  point  across  .  ❝  you  chose   this  ,  not  me  , ❞  he  knows  it’s  not  so  black  & white  ,  he  is  aware  there  are  two  sides  to  this  tragic  story  ,  and  yet  he  crosses  Wendy   ,  walking  over  to  the  surface  where   a  thimble  once  lived  .  Fingers  delicately  trace  over  the  spot  it  had  been  ,  attempting  to  calm  himself  down  .  He  turns  back  around  ,  his  eyes  daggers  ,  If  he  could  give  her  his  hurt  ,  he  would  .  ❝  I  s’pose  there  is  nothing  left  here  for  us  ,  huh  ?  Maybe  I  should  go  back  .  It  seems  like  this  was  a  mistake  .  ❞

He  so  desperately  wants  to  rewind  ,  act  like  adults  and  talk  things  through  so  he’s  not  throwing  out  one  of  his  last  shreds  of  hope  but  the  child  within  him  is  louder  ,  begging  for  a  fight  .  Begging  to  be  heard  ,  to  make  it  harder  .  There’s  a  pause  ,  then  a  rather  long  exhale  .  He  was  never  really  good  at  these  sorts  of  things  .  ❝  So  ,  what  is  it  then  ?  ❞

     “I never could have gone with you Peter, and I think you knew that when you asked me to,” she pointed out. Wendy sighed, her anger dissipating as she sat back on to her bed. She had been flitting between anger and sadness for so long that it had become a habit now. “I don’t want you to leave again, Peter, that’s not what I’m saying.” 

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HOBBIES

jubileena: the point is kit charming is a MAN and peter is a BOY

jubileena: wrinkles are no laughing matter !

jubileena: oh! we should totally have a spa day !! it can be like ... a peter detox !

wendy: yike can we just call it a spa day

HE  TRIES  TO  GO  THROUGH  THE  MOTIONS  ,   the  nod  of  laughter  ,  the crinkling  of  eyes  signifying  a  smile  .  Wendy  knows  him  all  too  well  ,  breaking  through  the  bullshit  to  ask  the  question  that  had  been  hanging  in  the  air  ever  since   he  had  returned  .  It  starts  with  the  tilt  of  his  head  ,  eyebrow  raised  ,  then  he  lets  it  all  come  down  .  ❝  Why  now  ?  ❞  words  hung  above  ,  a  pause  longer  than   he  had  intended  .  ❝  Why  not  now  ?  ❞

His  gaze  centers  on  Wendy  ,  wondering  if  body  language  really  did  matter  .  Could  she  see  how  he  was  feeling  ?  Did  she  know  of  all  of  the  hardship  he  had  endured  on  his  grand  adventure  ?  He  simply  shrugs  ,  taking  a  few  steps  around  the  familiar  space  ,   ❝  Is  there  a  proper  time  ?  Should  we  have  scheduled  it  in  advance  ?  Is  that  how  we’re  doing  things  now  ?  Is  that  our  new  reality  ?   ❞  He  can  feel  the  bitterness  in  his  tone  .  It  feels  like  home  .  

     Is that our new reality? Wendy couldn’t help but laugh incredulously at the boy she used to think she knew like the back of her hand, “I don’t know Peter, is it? Is it our new reality? Clearly, it’s up to you, just like everything else seems to be!”  She was well aware that she was being rather dramatic, but she’d been sad for so long that it had dissolved into anger, and she couldn’t maintain her resolve any longer with Peter finally standing in front of her after so much time.