HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"I am still learning how to go back and reread my own chapters without feeling like I want to set all of my pages on fire." - E. V. Rogina
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"Are you sure you're ready to do this?"
Jack and Andie sat side by side on the bed. It was, as per his request, the same bedroom Jack had occupied a hundred years ago. The furniture had long since been replaced but it still felt like home to him. He felt a sense of nostalgia wherever he went, remembering the way the castle used to be.
It was bittersweet seeing Cair Paravel fully restored. He felt a pang of sadness each time he remembered a particularly fond memory. It was upsetting to see how much had been changed since he'd last been there, especially knowing that it would never be the same again.
But he knew that the changes would be necessary for his healing; he would never be able to move on if everything had been just as he left it.
Jack watched as Andie turned the leather-bound book over in her hands. She gripped the lion pendant that hung around her neck, running her fingers over the grooves.
"I'm sure," she answered at last, pulling the necklace over her head. She took a deep breath and placed the pendant into the lock, a 'click' signifying that the journal had been unlocked.
The two of them flipped through the pages, their mother's familiar handwriting lining the paper; her cursive had always been impeccable. They read through some of her entries, dating back to when Jack was born. There were letters tucked into the pages - love letters from their father - and doodles that adorned the margins.
They took their time reading through the entries, laughing at the humorous parts and pausing occasionally to ask each other, "Do you remember that?"
By the time they had reached the end of the journal, Jack and Andie were both in tears. Jack let out a shaky breath, looking up at his sister, who shared his pained expression.
But as sad as he felt, he was glad to have a piece of his mother to hold onto.
They flipped the last page and Jack's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the four folded letters tucked between the last page and the back cover, four names written neatly along each of them.
He and Andie exchanged a look before he carefully pulled out the letter addressed to him, moving to a chair in the corner of the room to have some privacy.
My Dearest Jack,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. I have instructed your father to give this to you after the funeral, though heaven knows he's always been quite forgetful.
In the event that you do not receive this until much later, I hope that it finds you when you need it the most.
Oh, how I wish we had more time together. Even now, as your father searches for the best doctors in Narnia, I know that my time is almost up. I have accepted it and I have made peace with it.
