"Just look at her eyes," Charles said.
"What about her eyes," he questioned.
"They shimmer, like the stars".
Peter turned to look at Florence's face, taking slow steps toward her. He crouched down and gently took her face in his hands, looking her d...
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The silver haired boy led Florence down the long hallway, none of them dared to glance or speak to the other. That was until the boy couldn't stand the silence anymore.
"I'm sorry about your family."
She looked up at the boy, brows in a tight knit. "What's your name?."
"Peter, and you're Florence, right?."
She nodded her head. And the silence continued. Small awkward glances made every few seconds.
Peter abruptly stopped in front of a door making Florence bump into him.
"This is your room, Flo."
He opened the door to reveal the largest bedroom she had ever seen. There was a massive wardrobe and heaps of book cases, a bathroom, a window that almost took up the entire wall with a queen bed directly in the centre.
She looked around the room in awe, feeling only slightly overwhelmed. The towering bookshelf's looming above making her feel small and powerless.
"Biggest room here, but it's a spare so I guess now it's yours," Florence's head turned to him, his words from before had not quite sunk in.
"What do you mean mine? Am I staying here forever?," she questioned.
"If ya like."
Her face turned quickly from confused too disgusted. "No thank you. I would like to go home."
Peters face scrunched up as he looked her up and down, slowly. "Ummm ok? But can you stay here for the night?."
"That would probably be for the best," she said as she sunk down on bed covers, the comfort already blooming.
Peter turned to leave and head for the door, Florence's eyes widened, 'if I don't ask him now I'll never be able to sleep'.
"CAN YOU Read me a story," her voice quieting down as she realised she yelled.
"Sure," he stepped toward one of the shelf's and pulled out the first kid book he saw. "How do you feel about Peter Pan?."
Her heart fluttered at those words, oh how familiar that book was, she could probably read it off by heart if she felt like it. Nodding her head enthusiastically, Peter probably thought her head would fall off.
He sat on the side of her bed.
A memory flashes past.
He looks at her and back at the book, mouth open, ready to speak.
A memory flashes past.
He reads the story swiftly as if he had read it a thousand times.
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