Title: When the Rain Comes…
Pairing: Peter x Caspian
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title belongs to "Rain," by The Beatles.
Summary: More angsty slash…Peter x Caspian drabble. Petercentric.
It's been raining all day. It's been raining all day, and he's been sitting at the window the entire time, watching the water crash and bead against the glass. Every drop that hits the windowpane with a soft 'ping' reminds him of all the ways that he can never go back, will never be able to hold the dark boy in his arms again. He thinks of a nearby beach he and his siblings used to go to when they were children, of the old lighthouse sitting there on the edge of the tired-looking ocean.
The last time he was there, it was starting to crumble, the soft earth beneath it slowly being washed away with every gentle pass of the tide. In a way, he thinks, he and Caspian are kind of like that—with every day that passes, every tear that Peter sheds, he feels like he's losing a part of his former love. Sometimes, Peter thinks that he'll never be okay again, despite what everyone keeps telling him. Then again, they don't know who he's pining away for…
And every morning when he wakes up, he can't help but wonder how much older Caspian would be, how much closer to dying. It hurts. It hurts to know that he'll marry some girl, probably also a noble, and be happy; he doesn't want him to be miserable for the rest of his life, but a tiny, selfish part of Peter still wishes he'd be alone. He thinks that, when the day finally comes that Caspian dies, he'll be able to feel it down to his very bones.
And perhaps, he thinks as he stares out the window, temple pressed to the cool, smooth surface, his heart will stop beating at that exact moment. But he knows it won't, and that's the worst part.