( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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"Seraphina, come home now."
The abruptness of the voice roused me from sleep, my breath ragged, sweat clinging to my forehead.
Who was Seraphina?
Raised voices echoed from the other side of the room, drawing me to the commotion.
"What's happening?" I asked as I entered their room.
"Narnia! Cora, it was real, and Edmund went too!" Lucy's excitement filled the air.
We all turned to Edmund, his unease seeking confirmation from us.
"Did you... Did you see the faun?" Peter asked, but Edmund shook his head.
"Well, he didn't actually go there with me," Lucy confirmed, turning to face her brother.
"What were you doing, Edmund?" she pressed, causing more confusion.
After a tense pause, he spoke up. "I was just playing along. I'm sorry, Peter. I shouldn't have encouraged her, but you know how little children are these days."
His words furrowed my brows, igniting a spark of anger. Lucy, almost in tears, caught my gaze.
"They just don't know when to stop pretending." Edmund reclined on his bed after his barbed remarks to Lucy.
She burst into tears and fled the room. The elder siblings hastened after her, Peter pushing Edmund back onto the bed causing him to groan loudly.
Now, it was just the two of us in the room. He lay there while I stood, crossing my arms.
"Well?" I demanded, my tone firm, expecting a justification.
"Well, what?" he retorted, a flicker of defiance in his eyes.
"We discussed being kinder to your sister, didn't we?" I replied, my voice tinged with both frustration and concern, irritation seeping through my words.
He settled leisurely into the seat, an air of nonchalance consuming him like a shield. "Why do you even care? You're just a random girl tagging along because we happen to share the same destination."
His dismissive words struck like a sudden gust of cold wind.
Stunned into silence, I felt his indifference cut through my attempts at reasoning. Gathering my thoughts, I slowly uncrossed my arms, the weight of his apathy hanging heavily in the air.
"Maybe you're right. But don't you dare speak to me or come near me until you fix that attitude of yours," I spat, a mix of hurt and determination fueling my words before I stormed out of the room, leaving him to his solitude.
