Why? Why did I have to leave? I loved him! I thought that you didn't wish to cause pain. I know you saw my love for him, Aslan. I know you are knowledgeable about many things, and you are the wisest being I have ever known. Why?
Since I have returned to London, everything seems broken in my eyes. The world grows blacker with the darkening of my broken heart. Every time I think of his beautiful, dark, soulful eyes, my heart is pierced with a sword. The streets of London are dimmed by the fog from the harbor of my pain.
I can't see the sun. I no longer have reason to smile. My family has no hope of reaching me.
I am untouchable. I have receded to the innermost corners of me bleak mind. The world is too busy with itself to worry about my actions or pain.
I have decided to forget Narnia, to forget him. So, before I forget, I'll ask two more questions.
Why couldn't I stay? Why wouldn't you let me love him?
A/N: Yes, I know. This story is incredibly short and has incredible angst. However, I have a reason. Review if you want to. (Emo!) Toodles,
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