Tumnus bowed at the waist, saying, "May I have this dance."

In his head he heard her voice, "Yes, of course Tumnus." He imagined her taking his hand, leading her onto the dance floor, taking her in his arms. Other couples were around them dancing. Peter and his wife, Edmund and Susan and their fiances. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Other friends, all dancing, all knowing he loved Lucy.

He could see them, twirling around, him whispering in her ear. Talking about nothing of consequence...at first.

Tumnus opened his eyes, reality crashing in.

He was met with a ridiculous sight, his arms up and a love-sick smile upon his face. Letting his arms fall to his side, Tumnus studied his reflection. What he saw disgusted him. And he thought it probably disgusted Lucy.

How could Lucy ever want him? She could never fall in love with some-one like him.

Then why had he hoped for so long?

He was a fawn. He wasn't human. He wasn't rich or handsome, he didn't have a title....he was a nobody. And Lucy didn't deserve a nobody. She deserved so much more. She deserved another king.

Tumnus's gaze went over his reflection. His ears stuck out to, his nose was to big, he had fur all over his face and he didn't have human legs. Maybe if he did Lucy could love him?

No, it was impossible.

Tumnus felt tears running down his face and in a fit of rage, he picked up a chair and threw it at the mirror, causing it to shatter into a hundred little pieces.

He watched through his tears as the glass flew to the floor and laid there, the sun glinting off it.

Tumnus went to the window and drew the curtain, blocking out the sun and darkening the room.

Going back to the broken mirror, Tumnus dropped to the ground. Picking up a shard of glass Tumnus caught his reflection, glanced at it briefly and threw the shard across the room. As he did one of the sharp edges cut his finger. Looking down he saw blood start to drip down his hand, but he didn't care.

His heart clenched in pain as he thought of Lucy. Beautiful, kind, caring, lovely Lucy. Tumnus knew that Lucy could never be his, would never want to be his. Even if he was human, she could never marry someone of no title, wealth or property.

Tumnus held his hands to his face and wept. He wept because he was a fawn. A nobody. He wept because he would never be good enough for Lucy.

Standing up, Tumnus stumbled to his bed and flung himself onto it. Pulling a pillow up to his face he sobbed. He kept crying for he couldn't stop.