"I'm simply broken." I whispered into the night. Peter brought up his hand and placed two fingers under my chin to push my head up so he can look at me. "My darling not all broken thing are useless." A single tear falls from my glossy eyes. His thumb gently crests my cheek, wiping away the tear. After his actions are complete we make eye contact. He inches his face close to mine, his eyes flickering from my lips back up to my eyes. Peter then closes the gap between our lips with a single, soft kiss. "Broken crayons still color." Peter says simply, then cups my face and places another kiss upon my forehead.