This was written after watching the Prince Caspian-movie.
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Homesick
Sometimes Susan wakes up from forgotten dreams, her face still wet. Sometimes she does remember, which is worse. Then she finds his name on her lips, a clandestine, guilty incantation.
Caspian...
Those are the nights when she recalls their only kiss and the rhythm of his accent. Those are the nights when she's unable to find rest again, feeling older as the moutains, the remnants of her childhood slipping out of her grasp while she soundlessly screams her loss at the ceiling.
Those are the nights when her longing for Narnia and for him taste equally bitter in her mouth.
