March 29th
Good Friday
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"Ed?"
Edmund turned around, taking a deep breath when he spotted his brother. "Hey." He murmured, turning back to face the ocean.
Peter waited a moment or two before he walked over and sat in the sand beside him, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his arms on top. "You okay?" He asked gently.
Edmund stared at the setting sun, nodding slowly. "I think so." He murmured.
Peter glanced at him, "You sure?" He said.
Edmund sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just a tough day." He whispered.
Peter was quiet for a moment, before he placed a hand on his shoulder. "He wanted to do it, please don't forget that." He told him.
Edmund swallowed hard. "I know he did," He whispered. "You know I know. I'm at peace with it, mostly. But on the anniversary, I dunno, it's just at the front of my mind all day, I can't help but feel guilty."
Peter's heart ached. "I know." He murmured. "But come on, if it wasn't for Aslan you wouldn't be here right now."
Edmund bit back a response of "maybe I don't deserve to be here right now" because one, he couldn't deal with one of Peter's lectures, and two, maybe he was beyond believing that now, just.
"I guess so." He whispered instead.
Peter sighed. "I'm at least glad Aslan saved you." He said. "Even if you feel you aren't sometimes."
Edmund gave him a weak smile and a small nod, but he didn't say anything in response to his brother.
Peter patted his shoulder. "Fancy a walk?" He asked softly.
Edmund nodded without thinking about it much, because he knew Peter was trying to distract him from his own thoughts, and for that he was grateful.
"Thank you." He whispered.
Peter smiled. "Don't be."
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