-1Chapter 7: Arrival
Who will I marry? Who will I marry?… Peter thought. He couldn't think of anyone to marry - especially at this age. Why now? He was only 17, and marrying one of his sisters was just, weird. I started to think about Karen, but that thought smashed. She was mad at him, or that's what he thinks.
His heart started to race, he was getting married…
Peter shivered. He needed to get his mid of it. As Peter ran through the hallway, he heard a scream - a female's. He ran faster, heading outside. It was pouring rain. Karen was out on the front lawn, in the freezing rain. She laid motionless. Peter screamed her name. The other's heard the terrified Peter. He ran after towards her, seeing if she was still breathing. "No!" No heartbeat, no breath, no pulse. Her flesh was cold as ice.
Peter checked her forehead. It was bleeding - bad. Susan started to cry. "Kara!" Peter carried Karen bridal style. He carried her into the living room. Both were soaked. No movement. A tear rolled down his cheek.
Lucy started crying, and hugged Edmund. Susan got a blanket. She wrapped it around Peter, but he put it on top of Karen.
Susan told the 2 to leave Peter and Karen alone. "Peter, I'm really sorry. But, she's gone."
Susan quietly exited the room. Peter sat on a chair, beside Karen, on the couch. Her wet hair soaked the couch. Peter held her hand, ever so tenderly.
"Kara, I don't know if you can hear me anymore, but I never really got to say how much I loved you. We all did. But, not just a friend, but, in a different way." Peter laughed for a second, but talked again.
"I'm sorry if I let you down before. I know I'm doing my best for Narnia, but losing you would be the worst thing. I don't know if you felt the same way, but I did. Every little thing you do is amazing to me. I don't know why, but it was. If I ever do marry, and if you would have never died, I would of asked you to be my wife."
Another tear rolled down. He leaned forward, started to close his eyes, and lowered his lips next to hers.
The moment they touched, his had a small shock, but denied it. He departed the kiss, but didn't let go of her hand. He couldn't. Susan came back to the room. "Peter?" He looked at her. "Yes?" "You have to leave. Aslan's going to see her."
Peter got up, but couldn't bear to let go of her hand ; it was like if he let go, he would let her die. But if he held on, her life would be saved.
The two left the room, while Aslan walked slowly where Karen was.