Summary
There were no Darlings. Peter never knew a Wendy. A girl by the name of Delaney, who wore her hair as carefree as her thoughts, gazed at her dream catchers nightly and prayed they would bring her to a place she could be released. But, it is Peter who finds her, or she who finds him, shuffling through her notebooks in the dead of night. *Rated this way for a reason! More MATURE!*