"Your magic can free us all, Peter."
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Peter was a person who ran on instinct. He survived his entire life on nothing except it. He was always on edge, but no one (not even Peter) really understood why. Maybe it...
Father had to leave again. This usually doesn't bother me, but this trip did. It was my ninth birthday, and my 3rd birthday without Mother. I woke up the smell of cake like every year, and I ran downstairs as quickly as my legs could carry me.
Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw a small cake on the table. Next to it was a wooden sword, and I smiled. I picked up the sword, and I swung it around for a minute before Father spoke.
"I made it myself. It took a while with Grimm on my butt to finish this one story, but I got it done for your birthday."
I looked at him, and then back at the sword. My smile grew more to show how much I loved it, but his smile just fell.
He spoke again: "Look, Peter," He started. I kneeled down and put a hand on my right shoulder. He didn't look me in the eye. "Grimm needs me to leave for a month. I need to leave today, and you'll be staying with Mr. Smith again."
That was when my smile fell. It left for who knows how long after that.
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Yeah okay, this was a little sad.
and they might be short, but trust me when I say that they make Peter seem less like a dick.
It's showing how his trust issues formed? Also, later on, he starts to act better.
