July 7th
The secrets I've kept
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"You don't even know half of it," Edmund whispered. "If you knew the secrets I've kept about some of it, you'd have nightmares."
Peter swallowed hard. "I already do." He mumbled.
Edmund sighed. "You know more than anyone does," he told his brother. "Please keep it that way, please don't tell anyone, especially not the girls, I couldn't live with myself if they knew what She did to me."
Peter shook his head. "I'd never tell them if you didn't want me to okay?" He promised. "If you don't wish for them to know I will respect that."
Edmund nodded a little. "Thank you," He breathed, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I probably will end up telling you more, I just can't - not right now."
"That's fine Ed, seriously," Peter told him gently.
"I know you want to know." Edmund whispered.
Peter hesitated. "I do," He agreed, sitting beside his brother, hands in his lap. "But I can wait, I understand why you can't tell me. The things you've told me are bad enough, so I can't imagine the stuff you've kept a secret."
"And please don't try and imagine." Edmund said quickly. "You'll just make yourself worse."
Peter placed a hand on his brothers shoulder. "When and if you're ever ready, you come straight to me okay?" He told him. "I'll be right here."
Edmund nodded. "I will," He said quietly. "Thank you."
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