Peter Gray

“I think you should leave…”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“I’ve never loved you.”

“I’m not who you think I am.”

“If only I could talk to you…”

“I just need some time to think!“ 

“Let me explain!”

“I’ve seen enough.”

“You don’t need anything from me.”

“I don’t need anything from you.”

“I’m leaving…”

“This’s not real.”

“I need you to remember.”

“You should be running.”

“You’re not strong enough.”

“Why is this taking so long?”

“I’m not here to talk.”

“I’m not talking to you.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“I should have left when I had the chance.”

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“Of all the delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real. That is why there are night-lights.”

Peter: Shut the fuck up all of you!

Felix: it's 12 in the afternoon, how the hell do you expect us to be quite ?

Peter: Because your king is fucking sleeping! Shit I never get the fucking respect I deserve, after all the shit I go through for you assholes , I outa fucking-

Y/N: Peter!

Peter: What the fuck do you want Y/n?!!

Y/N: Stop cussing!

“… When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real. That is why there are night-lights.”

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