❝yours truly, genevieve chen... sincerely yours, peter pevensie.❞
a heartbroken woman writes letters to her deceased fiancé... and a deceased king responds to the letters written by his grieving fiancée.
( post the last battle. )
I took Isaac on his first outing today. I brought him to our little corner of Central Park and told him the story of how we met. How you saw kites in the air in the early days of November and found me at the end of the line. He won't remember it, of course, he's still quite young and I'm certain right now he thinks of me only as the woman who feeds him, but I'll tell him the story over and over as he grows up. I'll tell him every story I have of you, every story you told me about your family and that world called Narnia. All of it.
It must've been a lovely day to go for an outing because I saw at least twenty other children at the park with their mothers. Some had kites, others were kicking balls around. A few of the mothers came over to us, told me how cute our son is and inquired about play-dates when he's older. I was polite to them, of course, but the interactions did remind me of the few times people stopped me on the street when I was very heavily pregnant, for some reason needing to give me their congratulations on it all. That was very unusual and a few times I had groceries with me, and those times I did they saw the ring I still wear and asked where my husband is and why he's not the one getting the groceries given my situation. The only thing I could think to say when that was brought up was he was home before I scurried off like a mouse to get away from there.
Well...maybe waddled off like a penguin would be a better description of me at those times, given I was out to here.
I think Isaac adored the great outdoors. He was so fascinated by the leaves on the trees and he kept reaching out to catch the wind and he giggled every time he thought he caught it. An insect landed on him and I had to stop him from putting it in his mouth, which was certainly something, Peter. One thing is for certain, though: I'll be taking him out more often. He'll see the world.
Yours truly, Genevieve Chen
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PETER PEVENSIE. ASLAN'S COUNTRY.
My dearest Genevieve,
Our corner of Central Park — one of your many hidden treasures throughout the city. You never showed me all the ones you found, and you were still discovering them. Be sure to show Isaac each and every one. Tell him the story of how met a thousand times, though be prepared for him to hide underneath a blanket every time you tell it. At least, that's what I did every time my parents launched into the story of how they met.
I don't think I told you every story I have about Narnia. I'm still living those stories here. I think Isaac would have liked it, though. Narnia. You can see stars at night. You don't get that in New York, not like it is here. Maybe I'll have the chance to show you one day.
I do so love your changing your description of hurrying away from frankly intrusive questions. Did you scurry like a mouse or waddle like a penguin? Whichever one, it would have been adorable. I'm laughing now just imagining it.
Show him the world. Take him all around New York City, out of state, out of country if you'd like. Maybe he'll help you find more hidden treasures.
