authorminx
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Stella pulled away from Peter, or her creation of Peter, or whatever was happening. She thought she saw his form shimmer, a disturbance like a glittering ripple through the air.
Pleading with her to stay had never been Peter's style and it further drove home the reality that she was dealing with something she didn't understand. She took a breath. Proceeded with caution.
"It will just be a few minutes, Petey. I'll get the trunk and come back, then we can celebrate our reunion. There are things in there I would not wish to recreate, because they have sentimental value. You must understand that--some of them were gifts from you."
She saw something like anger cross his face and turned before he could catch her again, practically running to the back entrance of the theatre.
Door closed behind her, she took in heaving breaths. She felt dizzy, almost drunk.
Pleading with her to stay had never been Peter's style and it further drove home the reality that she was dealing with something she didn't understand. She took a breath. Proceeded with caution.
"It will just be a few minutes, Petey. I'll get the trunk and come back, then we can celebrate our reunion. There are things in there I would not wish to recreate, because they have sentimental value. You must understand that--some of them were gifts from you."
She saw something like anger cross his face and turned before he could catch her again, practically running to the back entrance of the theatre.
Door closed behind her, she took in heaving breaths. She felt dizzy, almost drunk.