Falling {Robbie Kay//Peter Pan}

Falling {Robbie Kay//Peter Pan}

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"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.
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"Curse this wretched dress!" I growled as I managed to get it stuck on a branch. I yanked it back and I heard a tearing noise. "You have got to be kidding me" I sighed, a tear taking black at the bottom of my dress. "Looks like someone is having trouble. May I ask, why you're on my island?" I spun around and faced a boy about my age. He had a deep English accent and brilliant green eyes. It was almost mesmerizing staring into his eyes and to hear his voice. "Where did you come from?" I asked. He smirked and let out a humorous chuckle. "I'll be asking the questions darling. Now answer me, why are you on my island?" He snarled, his eyes seemed to darken as he became angry. "I don't know, I was just walking around and then next thing I know I'm being chased, I found a magical bean and poof, I'm here." "Interesting. What's your name?" He raised his eyebrow in question. "Bree French. May I ask, what is your name?" I asked hesitantly. "Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan."

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