Tinkerbell and Butterflies
"Peter?" Wendy said barely above a whisper. She put a shaky hand to the boy's cheek, gently wiping the mask out from under his eyes. "You...you came!" "I couldn't just leave you alone!" He snapped back. "I...thought you didn't care about me." "Of course I care, Wendy. You're our lost girl; our mother." "Is that all you think of me as?"