Little Sister
A Susan, Peter Drabble.
You're jealous of her.
You don't know why. How could you possibly be jealous of somebody younger then you, and that doesn't hold as much beauty?
I don't know, you tell yourself as you watch them from across the room.
Hugging, kissing. They should get a room. But you don't really want that because then you can not see what they're doing and you can not let her claim him.
You grind your teeth together and continue to watch as he makes out with her.
That should be you, you tell yourself. You should be the one kissing him, loving him.
You know it's wrong to feel like this, but you can't help it.
You love him.
You, Susan Pevensie are in love your elder brother.
And he doesn't love you back.
Those silent tears you cry are all for him and you find yourself wishing that you were back there, back in the place where things like this were expectable. Maybe, just maybe if you were back in Narnia you would have a chance with him.
You have told him time and time again that she's not good for him, but he always ignores you, always tells you you're wrong.
Of course, you really can't see why he likes her so much. Mousy blonde hair is no match for your long, dark shiny hair and her putrid green eyes can not compare to your icy blue ones.
But yet he likes her as more then a sister, and you like him more then a brother.
Oh, how Aslan hates me, you think as they walk out the front door hand in hand.
You'll always be the little sister to him and he'll always be the person you can not have.
Tell me what you think.
I'm not really a fan of incest, but this popped into my head. Well, it really isn't incest considering that it's only one way and implied.
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-BFC