Tales of the Narnian Monarchs: Reality's Frightful Jerk

She Could Die Happy

Edmund turned, hearing someone follow him.
He was more than quite surprised to see who it was.

"And what do YOU want?" He practically spat, his eyes darkening. "Parker leave you for 2 minutes, you got bored and decided to try crawl back?"

Sanya debated between punching him (consequence of listening to her heart) and kissing him (consequence obeying her soul).
In the end, she did neither, and listened to her mind for once.

"I'm not that kind of girl, and you know it, Edmund Pevensie." She said coldly. "I'm here because you've been an utter bastard and we clearly need to talk."

"I've been the bastard? Did you hear ANYTHING I said the last time we 'spoke'?"

"Oh, you mean after I went out on a date with a boy I liked, months after we officially broke up?" Sanya seethed. "Do you mean THAT time?"

Edmund took a moment to reply. She had a pretty good point, not that he was willing to admit that.

"Then what's there to talk about? You'll continue snogging him, I'll decide to get over you- as clearly one of us is MUCH better at giving up on people that the other."

"I- y- u-" Sanya stuttered, it had always been an annoying habit of hers. "You're not dealing with this! You've been horrible to everyone and you keep telling me I'm giving up, but the only thing I ever gave up on was our relationship- which died with our baby! It's dead and buried, and I don't know necromancy."

He seethed a moment. "You're impossible." was all he managed before turning on his heel and storming away.

"Stop running!" Sanya yelled after him, drawing curious glances from passers by. He halted for a second and she said, softer. "Please stop, Ed."

She hadn't called him Ed in quite a while.
She also hadn't felt so much emotion in a while, and didn't like it.

He turned to her. "If I can't stay and I can't run- what DO you want me to do?"

"I want you to stay." Sanya said, even softer this time, her heart pounding.
He moved towards her, like something magnetic was pulling him to her.
"But not with me, not in that way."

He shook his head slowly, "That's not fair, Sanya. You know that's not." He spoke quietly, his eyes refusing to leave hers.

"Why not?" She cried. "We- we were friends! I watched you play rugby and pretended to pretend to cheer and we read together and you tried to teach me chess before all this happened! Why can't we go back to that?"

"Because I fell in love with you, Sanya." He told her as if it were the most obvious thing in either of their worlds. "You can't just expect me to fall out of love whenever it conveniences you! I was willing to commit everything to you, not even months ago, yet now you expect me to forget all that? To pretend it never happened? Because I can't forget. And I clearly can't live with it- so what do you WANT me to do?" He asked, clearly frustrated at his lack of knowledge of how to deal with such heartache- not that any 16 year old boy WOULD know.

"I'm not telling you to pretend it never happened, because it did." Her voice broke. "We can't change that, I can't forget, either, or the fact that I'm still in love with you- but it didn't work! It didn't work Ed, I can't help that!"

"Why? Why didn't it work? I don't understand!" He half shouted back at her, reaching the pinnacle of his frustration. "I love you. You love me. Why isn't that ENOUGH?"

"Because it's not!" Sanya screamed, venting. "In a perfect world with a perfect us, it would be, but not here, with all the pain and loss we've both gone through." She paused, wiping her eyes roughly. "You don't get it, do you?"