I don't know if anyone's reading this story, but I think I'm writing it more for me than for anyone else. All drabbles are little bits and pieces of my own life. This week, my grandmother passed away. And I guess this is my way of grieving. This is not one of my best, but still...If you could read and review my story, you'd be the most awesome person in the whole world!

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Grieve

Susan found her sister in a compartment tugged away in the back of the train. It took Susan a long time to find her, as Susan could not bear to ask Lucy's friends for her whereabouts (The reason for this involves a very long story, which is not at all relevant to ours). Finally, after much annoyance on Susan's part (for she was not a patient person), she found Lucy alone in an abandoned compartment, with her cheek pressed to the cold window. Susan slid the door open.

'Hello, Lu'

The younger girl turned her head slowly towards her sister. There was a strong, almost painful gleam in Lucy's eyes, as if a person much older was looking through. She did not say anything to acknowledge her older sister's presence, but sniffed quite softly and rubbed the corner of her eyes. Susan, having noticed that Look instantly, quickly went into the compartment and closed the door firmly behind her. The older girl settled herself in the seat opposite Lucy, fixing her sister with a gentle stare.

'Lucy, you've hardly said three words since we left the platform'

Lucy did not reply, instead she stared outside at the country side flying pass them. Susan sighed.

'Lu, you must talk to me at some point,' Susan drew in a sharp breath, preparing to deliver the ultimatum, 'Or else...'

'Or else, what?', piped up Lucy quietly.

'I'd write to Peter and Edmund'

'You wouldn't!' gasped Lucy.

'You know I would,' said Susan, 'So you better start talking'

For a while, Lucy said nothing at all; she continued gazing intently at the world speeding by outside her window. Then, finally, she whispered, 'How does it feel, Susan?'

'How does what feel?'

'Knowing you can never go back.'

'You can still go back, Lu,' said Susan immediately, 'He said it's just me and Peter. He did not say anything about you and Ed'

'All the same...' whispered the younger girl, 'I was just thinking. One day, Ed and I wouldn't be able to go back as well, and it would be horrible'

'No, it wouldn't. It's like Peter said. When your turn comes, you'd understand'

'I don't think I want to,' mumbled Lucy, rubbing her nose and still looking intently outside. The sky had started to grow dark.

Susan's eyes followed her sister's gaze. She did not know what to say and she felt quite useless. She wished she was Peter. She wished she was Edmund, or the professor, or somebody else and not herself.

'They're all gone,' whispered Lucy suddenly, 'Everyone we knew...Mr. Tumnus, the beavers, Peridan, even King Lune and Corin...'

Susan could not look at her sister. Instead, she kept her eyes on the rain clouds outside. Susan wished, hoped with all her heart, that she was far away.

'I can't imagine them old and dying' continued Lucy in a small voice, 'To think we would never see them again, never get to touch them, or hear their voices...They're just...gone. I can't even remember my last words to Mr. Tumnus, or the last time I saw each of them. Sometimes I can't even recall their faces and that scares me more than anything'

Susan urged herself to say something, anything, but she found that she could not find her voice. Instead, she realized she was crying. She lifted her hand to touch her cheeks. Her fingers brushed against the tears glistened there.

'This time, we were just caught up in everything. We didn't even grieve that they're gone,' Lucy sounded almost angry, 'We just...sort of carried on. And the worst part of all this is that...no one remembers them anymore. I asked around, Su, I did the best I could but there are no records of them left. No one can remember their names, who they were, what they looked like...'

Susan turned and saw Lucy, looking so defenceless, curled up in her seat. Then, it did not matter whether Susan had anything to say or not. Sometimes, the best thing which should be said is nothing at all.

Susan reached out and gathered her little sister up in her arms. Lucy hid her face in Susan's coat while she wept.

'It just hurts,' Lucy whispered brokenly.

Susan kissed the top of her head. 'I know, Lu. I know'

And Susan held her in silence until the tears started to dry.