She could feel it. Something in her chest.
It didn't hurt anymore.
She had no idea it was in pain until that moment.
When he said those six words...
Her heart was broken, in so many places, for so long, she didn't even notice it anymore.
Not until it was healed.
Those words began to heal her broken heart. Slowly, the cracks and shards began to seal back together.
It would be a while before it mended fully, but knowing that it had begun to was enough.
It told her all she needed to know.
He still stood there, head bowed, eyes closed, fist clenched against the wooden post.
Below him lay a photo. It was face down, but she knew what it had on it. She bent down to pick it up. Resting one hand on his shoulder when she stood back up, she offered him the photo.
It was him. Nothing special, just him smiling. But it was the one thing in this room that could constantly lift her mood.
"Why was this on the post?" Peter asked, his voice slightly rough from yelling.
"Because it makes me happy."
"Why?" his beautiful blue eyes, sparkling even now, were full of confusion.
"Because..." she tried to keep her breathing even, trying not to focus on how close they were standing together. "You weren't the only one who felt like drowning."
Their eyes met, and in those few seconds, they understood more than they would in a thousand years. She could feel his breath on her lips as he slowly lowered his head. He smelled like the stars, and dew-covered grass, and campfires. His eyes shone like the ocean, reflecting the sun and the moon and the stars. They seemed to contain the magic of the universe. They locked eyes for only a little longer, his asking a million and one questions.
Is this okay?
She fluttered her eyes closed, tilting her head upwards, rising on her toes until she felt his lips brush hers.
Does this answer your question? she thought.
She'd read books with this kind of thing in them. They described the first kiss as hundreds of fireworks, exploding in your chest. This was nothing like that.
It just felt right.
It felt like a piece of her had finally been returned. Like the one thing that was missing, wasn't. She felt Warm. Light.
Complete.
She pulled away after a few seconds, their noses still touching as he searched her eyes. Her fingertips trailed up his jaw to the back of his neck.
"I love you too, Peter Pevensie." she breathed, before pulling him back down into another kiss. She tangled her hands in his shining golden hair, his rested on her back as he smiled into the kiss.
Forever.
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Peter slept soundly that night, his dreams haunted, not by nightmares of torture tables and ice, but dreams of her.
Evelyn.
Her smell, her eyes, the feeling of her lips against his.
Her.
However, opposite his tent, Evelyn couldn't sleep. She was happy, truly, but she knew there was one thing that must happen soon. Tonight, probably. And she couldn't sleep until it did.
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It was well past midnight when she felt it.
The pain was almost unbearable.
Almost. She'd felt worse.
The ring on her bedside table glowed suddenly ice blue, blinding her vision.
It was done.
Tears slipped slowly down her face, one at a time. Like tiny crystals, glistening in the moonlight.
He was gone.
This was war.
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Sorry this chapter is so short, I just thought this was a good place to end it.
Jusqu'au prochain chapitre!
Love you all, thanks for reading!
Lil xx
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The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)
FantasyOC X Peter Pevensie Evelyn has always been different. Always out of place, never accepted. Always the one that got the blame. It didn't seem to matter that she had a heart of gold. No-one cared when it got broken. She was the bad guy, and she had no...
