This is worse, she thinks, then leaving. Being left-no, not there! She had promised herself she wouldn't! But it was so hard not to- with that line of cold stones in front of her and their rooms waiting for her at home. No, not home, home is- She stared, then laughed. She thought leaving would make it easier but- they weren't supposed to leave, not ever-maybe if they had never left in the first place then she wouldn't be standing here- left behind.
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Narnia Aesthetics
FanfictionI absolutely love C.S. Lewis and his Chronicles of Narnia, because it was, essentially, a third of my childhood. Here we go! This is sort of an exercise in descriptive, creative, poetic writing, whatever for me, so, as always, constructive critici...
