I always cry in the morning. I'm always thinking of them ; if there was any way to prevent this. What happened, you ask me? One died, one left, and one stayed. You don't get it? Lucy, the youngest, stayed in Narnia, where her heart is still full with unbridle joy. I just hope she still remembers her own sister. Edmund, the second youngest, died. The witch had made an attempt to capture him, and she succeeded. She killed him.
But the one who left, was Peter. I can barely remember her face ; whenever I saw him, my heart would melt ; I knew that we could stay that way. But the moment broke. We departed. But he, he had left me. He went out one night, hearing the news about poor Edmund getting killed, and tried to do something. I waited. I waited for hours. Lucy had gone after him, without me knowing. Then with my eyes filled with tears, a centaur had delivered a note that King Peter had gone missing, and Lucy traveling to Aslan. I broke down that night ; they had abandoned me.
Aslan had make me return to my own world, leaving the others in. My eyes had filled with tears that day. My heart felt so broken. My mother died several years when I returned. My father was killed in battle. I am truly alone. I still remember, whenever I was so upset, or anything Peter hated seeing me do, he would always find a way to make me smiled again. He would remind me of what makes us, us. But those days are gone. The light faded years ago. My dream is destroyed.
But one day, just one day, I would find them again. All of them. Including Edmund. Peter would be unharmed, and Lucy would be able to see us. When is that going to happen? That's when my soul rests. When my eyes close, and I go to that wonderful place. That's a journey worth taking, but there is something wrong. If I remain this way, I will waste my life. I'll spend it on crying over. How will I regain my strength? Is there anyway to forget what happened ; the event that caused everything? I have no friends. But when I die, I will.
I will see them again.