December 6th. Freeze to death
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Edmund sat in the middle of the witches icy cell, his legs drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees, face buried in his arms and shivering, so hard he was making himself feel sick.
He didn't know how much longer he could sit in the frozen prison, and the aches and pains from his body was just a constant reminder that this was far from over.
He didn't think he was getting out of there any time soon, and the very thought made him sick to his stomach.
He literally felt like he was going to freeze to death, and he hated it so, so much, he hated everything about this.
He was scared, in pain, he felt guilt like never before, he felt sick, he was cold, and he missed his family.
He missed Lucy.
He missed Susan.
He even missed Peter.
If anything, he missed Peter the most, which even surprised him.
But he guessed he missed him most because they did use to be the closest.
Edmund had adored Peter when he was younger, loved him beyond words, and as he sat there, shivering, he couldn't help the one tear that slid down his cheek... what on earth had happened to them?
They used to be best friends, and now they could hardly speak without fighting. Every time they so much as looked at each other it ended in a shouting match, and it was only now that he could see it.
Edmund curled himself further into a ball, trying to force all negative thoughts from his head, but that only got him thinking about the cold, and he eventually didn't know which one he preferred.
All he knew was that he needed to get out of there before he drove himself mad with his thoughts, or got so cold, his body just gave up.
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