George's POV

I was running. The ground under my feet was bright green, and the air felt fresh and clean in my lungs. In the distance, I saw her. Wendy. Her dark hair streamed behind her like a raven's wing, and the sunlight made her skin shine, giving her a glow. I felt a wave of happiness, a strong desire to hold her again. I sped up, eager to reach her, to feel her warmth next to me.

“Wendy!” I shouted, my voice rough with feeling, hoping she would turn and see me.

She paused, tilting her head, like she heard me. I got excited and tried harder, my legs...