Peter rubbed his hands together against the cold, shuddering and willing himself not to cry. It was exactly as it had been ten years ago. He’d realized as a boy that Neverland was empty, that the Lost Boys who so resembled his brothers weren’t really John and Michael, and then he’d known it wasn’t worth it to stay. What was the point of being himself if he had to be alone?
-Austin Chant
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