Title: The Call
Chapter Title: Pretend (001/100)
Word count: 201
Rating: G
Warnings: angst, great sadness
Notes: I had just read some heart-wrenching Susan/Caspian fics when I thought of this. It came unexpected—and at the wrong time (I still have homework to finish…)—but it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it, so here you go. I promise you that all 100 of these drabbles won't be this sad. Some will, but not all. I am a hopeless romantic and a sucker for happy endings, after all.
Oh and welcome to my second set of 100 drabbles. I definitely won't be writing one every day this time, however. And I cannot believe I talked myself into doing this again…
Pretend
It is just so much easier to forget…
Those dear eyes lose their usual shine faster than when she imagined the scene in her head, and for an instant in time she wishes to take back what she said. Immediately her peacekeeping and loving nature provides the words to patch everything up, to make it all better again—the words are already almost reality in her mind.
I didn't mean it, Lucy, when I said…That you're stupid to believe. I didn't mean to…Break your young and so easily filled heart. I was just…just……Just trying to protect my own frail heart.
But she is not as strong, nor as innocent and carefree, as her sister—and she cannot afford to lose any more pieces of her already badly patched-up heart. Memories that had been carefully packed away and forgotten in the back recesses of her mind are already pouring in like the summer rain with that one word of a not-quite forgotten land, memories that were better left alone in peace.
She leaves without saying anything more, turning away before she can see him in those heartbroken eyes.
…than it is to remember.