𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✯ 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ✓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍

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A soft knock echoes between the walls of my bedroom until the sound escapes through the open window like a fluttering bird. The green checkered curtains move gently in the spring's breeze and the faint shadows dance on the wooden floor. Outside, the sun sinks towards the horizon but I haven't done much all day. I'm still sitting on my bed, a dark blue cotton pillow squeezed between my arms and stomach as I rest with my back against the wall.

'Susan?' Lucy's voice accompanies the second knock when I don't answer and I glance at the door as my younger sister tries the door knob. It turns slowly and then the oaken door swings open, the hinges creaking in a shrill tone, and Lucy stands in the shadow of the doorway. Her auburn hair falls in a slightly wavy manner around her youthful face but her expression reads concern.

'I haven't seen you sleep, eat or drink anything in the past few days. Are you going to be alright?'

I smile at her, though I know my blue eyes don't sparkle with the smile as they used to do. 'I haven't slept, eaten or drank anything in the past few months, Lucy. I'll be fine.'

Lucy's eyes shoot back at me and then at the plate on my dresser. I haven't touched it and it is probably cold by now. It's been three weeks, almost a month, since Peter, mum and I returned to England, but I feel like my heart is scattered over this whole world and another one. A deep gash tore itself through my heart when I learned that Lucy and Edmund had returned to Narnia for a third time; and unlike our second travel, this time there hadn't passed another 1300 years, but a mere three years. Both of my younger siblings had seen him, my King, my love, for a second time while I'm stuck here, destined to never see him again. I miss him so much, and every waking and sleeping hour I long for his touch, to feel his arms wrap around me once more.

I squeeze the pillow tighter and my vision becomes blurry as new tears fill my eyes. I miss him, terribly. It's unfair.

'Susan Margaret Pevensie,' Lucy roars as she stamps into my room.

I blink rapidly, forcing back the tears and my heart skips a beat by her sudden outburst. Lucy never loses it like as of right now. Lucy halts by my bed, setting her hands in her side and giving me a stern look. With a sniff, I rub with the palm of my hand over my heated cheek while avoiding her eyes. I hear commotion in the room next to mine and Edmund rushes inside, storming through the open door. His face is a little red and his eyes look tired.

'What is happening? Susan? Why is Lucy yelling?' he asks me in wonder.

I sit up straight and set my feet on the ground while laying the pillow next to me. I still avoid their gazes as I push myself of the bed and set course towards the dresser. Lucy had cooked something that looked like potato mash and some vegetables. Maybe she's just upset that I didn't like her cooking?

'Ed, she hasn't eaten a thing in weeks! Look how skinny she is!' Lucy roars in anger as she points at me. Edmund looks at Lucy and then at me. His face falls, his brown eyes displaying sadness.