Lost Horizions.
She was used to not getting gifts at this time of the year, well none but those from Peter and the lost boys, but this year, even those did not come. Had they forgotten her, did they not even care? Leaning her forehead against the cold glass she let out a sad sigh, he hadn't even come to find her, did she mean so little to Peter, to the others?
Slowly she shook her head and settled herself down on one of the chairs, pulling a blanket up and around her to keep her warm, and setting the book in her lap. Running her fingers over the drawing on the page she felt tears well up in her eyes, she was reading his story, their story, and it made her feel so very much alone in this happy time.
It would not be far from the day that Tink had first found Peter crying and had taken him to Neverland and changed his life, made him famous, gave him what he wanted, and yet, here she was, alone and forgotten.
cross posted to lost_souls_city
Slowly she shook her head and settled herself down on one of the chairs, pulling a blanket up and around her to keep her warm, and setting the book in her lap. Running her fingers over the drawing on the page she felt tears well up in her eyes, she was reading his story, their story, and it made her feel so very much alone in this happy time.
It would not be far from the day that Tink had first found Peter crying and had taken him to Neverland and changed his life, made him famous, gave him what he wanted, and yet, here she was, alone and forgotten.
cross posted to lost_souls_city