May 7th
It never happened
•••••
"Peter?"
Peter just sighed. "I just wish I could pretend like it never happened." He murmured. "But it's playing over and over again in my head and I hate it."
Susan hesitated. "It'll pass." She murmured eventually.
"When?" Peter choked. "Because it's been nearly a month, and to me it's like it happened an hour ago."
Susan nodded at this. "And that's completely understandable." She told him. "But he's okay, and you see that every day, so see it Peter."
Peter didn't look at her. "He's okay now, but he wasn't, he wasn't when she stabbed him, when he was bleeding out on the ground." He whispered. "And it won't leave my mind, every time I see him at the moment it's there."
Susan placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're all here for you okay, Edmund included." She said gently, voice quiet. "Things will get better but until then you aren't alone."
Peter managed a weak smile, giving his sister a grateful look. "Thank you." He whispered. "I just wish it never happened in the first place."
"We wish that too." Susan sighed. "We wish that too."
•••••••••••
