I Wish- A Narnia Fanfiction

Stuck

I gazed out the window, my mind wandering back to my childhood. It had been a year, a year since I heard the dreadful news and locked myself in to my room, vowing to forget everything and not remember. But I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, the memories just wouldn't go away. I remembered my close bond with Edmund, the things Peter and I talked about when we had to make decisions as older siblings, and the sisterly chats Lucy and I would have at night, giggling like crazy. I miss them. I really really miss them. If I hadn't been too busy staring at myself in the mirror, then maybe it would have been okay. But as it is, I'm stuck here trying to forget everything. Forget the imaginary boy you fell in love with, who forgot you instantly and married off in a heart beat. Forget the imaginary lion who you loved petting tenderly and running your fingers through its soft fur. Forget-

"Susan? Are you okay? Please don't tell me you're dreaming again."

My fiancée Albert stares at me with furrowed brows.

"Oh, well, I was just thinking about my wedding dress for our future wedding."

Albert smiles, visibly relaxing. He chuckles.

"Ah, I see. Well then, I suppose that's good. You little girls are so silly. Always dreaming away about your wedding. Although, I suppose you got extra lucky. You got the jackpot. Me! Ha, don't worry, our wedding will be amazing."

I refrain from getting off of my chair, slapping his handsome face and giving him a piece of my mind. First, I am not a "little girl" who spends her time dreaming about her wedding. I left that behavior a long time ago, and it frustrates me that Albert still thinks I'm the person who cared nothing more than nylons and lipstick and parties. Doesn't he know I matured since my siblings' death? And second, he is not the jackpot. Sure, he's handsome, but most certainly not the jackpot. I only agreed to marry him because I was getting lonely and desperate. And he tried his best to make me forget, which is just what I needed. In fact, he got mad when I remembered. But I couldn't help it. In all honesty, my mind kept picturing the real jackpot, with dark hair, stunning eyes, huge muscles, a kind smile, tender soft lips that-

" I got to go. Try not to miss me too much. Nah, impossible. I'm too good." He wiggles his eyebrows and shows off his non-existent, imaginary muscles.

I sigh.

"Don't worry, that won't be much of a problem."

He heads out and I continue staring out of my window. People are bustling about, going about their business. My heart lurches, imagining the solid wet pavement turning to grass and the people in business suits turning to fauns and tree people. I imagine my boring room to be a dorm at Cair Paravel with plush purple mattresses and royal red curtains. I even imagine my window to be the one I would always open and shoot apples from.

For once, I actually let myself remember Narnia and everything I once cared about. The place that I was an actual Queen in and would be treated with respect, not as the flirt I'm not anymore.

But it does no good. I'm in London. Stuck.

Okay, there you have it! My first fanfic! If you don't already get it, the death of her siblings has made Susan mature. She really wants to forget Narnia and Caspian because the memories pain her, but the more she tries, the more she recalls everything and secretly wants to go back. Oh, again, if you didn't already get this, Albert is a narcissistic jerk who doesn't want Susan remembering anything because it takes away his attention.

So what do you think? Will Albert manage to convince Susan to forget? Will Susan's hate towards Caspian's wife and marriage grow? What will she say to everyone IF she even manages to go back at all?

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