“How can I describe Peter's face, the pieces of him that stick to my heart? Peter sometimes looked aloof and distant; sometimes his face was open and soft as a bruise. Sometimes he looked completely at Tiger Lily, as if she were the point on which all the universe revolved, as if she were the biggest mystery of life, or as if she were a flame and he couldn't not look even though he was scared. And sometimes it would all disappear into carelessness, confidence, amusement as if he didn't need anyone or anything on this earth to feel happy and alive. Of course, Neverland had been make-believe in those days; but it was real now, and there were no night-lights, and it was getting darker every moment. “I can't come,' she said apologetically, 'I have forgotten how to fly.' 'I'll soon teach you again.' 'Oh Peter, don't waste the fairy dust on me.’ Tiger Lily made an attempt at a smile. After having felt the need to glower at other children for most of her life, smiles never came easily to her face. But this one was half all right. "I miss you already," he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter-half sadly, half-expectantly...let her go." - Peter Pan