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Cleo watched in awe as Peter Pan tumbled down from the sky, falling so fast that he was merely a blur of color.
Falling.
Tumbling.
Towards her.
Towards the ground.
Caught up in the wire that had him tied to the sky so that he would stop right in front of her. Almost collapsing onto her but not quite.
The fallen version was so much more beautiful.
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Suicide Helpline
Teen Fiction❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be t...
