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"They're beautiful huh?" He turned his head to me, trying to get me to look in his eyes once again. But i knew that once I did I knew there was no turning back.
I simply lowered my head away from the stars above us. They may be different here, brighter, bolder, even more than a cheesy method for hope- but they still flickered. I shook my head drawing my knees to my chest. All I think of when I see stars now is how they all come from galaxies, where there's some lonely kid, with the same false hope as me.
He stayed not moving still staring at me, Rufio told me he could hear the lost boys thoughts. He called me his lost girl. Did that mean he could hear mine?
I flinched at the thought Peter didn't seem like someone who accept being talked back to.
"Relax." He chuckled softly. "Your're safe here"
I made the mistake of letting my eyes flicker to his. But by then it was too late, I let him get my guard down. At the moment I was safe- but only from myself.
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