Finding Neverland Fanfiction

Alpha: Sister of Heresy *Leto*
 Beta: Alana Leto
 Fanhouse: Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet
Relationships: Gen
Rating: G
Disclamer: I was just inspired by this beautiful movie and actors' talent
 Warning: POV
Name:
Neverland Is My Home.

What does a word Family mean? The word which is so impotant in our fleeting life , so you couldn't imagine yourself without it? I asked myself about it so many times that I couldn't remember when exactly this question set to my mind. I seemed to be happy in the others' opinion but reality was so far from that fine myth that their minds produced. My accquantancies said : «He's a genuis, this play is so beautiful! He's a lucky person!» I burst out laughing inside myself. Happiness is so inconstant nowadays! Each person has his own idea about it. For instance, my dearest wife — Mary. She needs so little in order to be happy that it worries me sometimes. Reading books in the living-room, chatting with friends, visiting balls — that was enough for her and too little for me. We were so different like black and white, like a barbarian and a Christian, like a child and adult. I'm sure you guessed who was who. Mary never understood my passion to writing. When she'd been reading my plays , I saw that it was just a skimming reading — she was so far from the concept of my works cause she'd been thinking of something else. I wonder if she knew how intensively it hurt me but what should I do? To scream at her? To burn my plays? It wasn't have any effect. I know of course, that life isn't constant, especially when you're writer, I mean a material aspect of life - today you have got money and tomorrow — you haven't. But I didn't pay attention to it - all I could do was writing, I liked a feeling of inspiration as if thousand small lights shone inside of me , I found fairy-tales everywhere I went and the Davis became for me a new one. They were so kind to me — I smiled. I wish Mary could take a fancy of my works as Sylvia did. Sylvia... Last time I thought too much about her, about her children — the Davis became my nuse for some time, I caught up with an idea of Peter Pan, when we were playing together — me and the children, I'm still grateful for that. At first, I wondered why Mary didn't became my muse, I was ashamed about it — I created Neverland : a fairy place, where beautiful unusual creatures lived in peace, and I promised Mary to take her there, but as I said before, it didn't look like she was interested nuch in it. Lately, she told me she was but it was too late for both of us — I knew that she realised it too. I don't want to say that my wife was a bad person , if she was I wouldn't fall in love with her , and too much the more I wouldn't marry her. Our trouble was our relationships — I called it «has-been». I did believe and I still do that every feeling which takes possesion of us, passes through three stadiums — everything borns, developes and dies — and we can do nothing with it. Sylvia had gone unfortunately and I missed her. Had I been fallen in love with her? In a some sense I do believe I had — she'd taken a part of my soul with her- she had gone in Neverland but I cared about her children — they were a part of Neverland for me too, as their mother was. Someone thinks that there's no home for me, on the Earth cause I had been breaking between two families - I don't think so: my home is sittuated where all fairy-tales born. My home is Neverland.