Think of Me
A Songfic Epilogue to Against the Tide by Isabel Fletcher
by Andrew Lloyd Webber
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in a while
please promise me you'll try
Lorelei Peterson was the happiest woman in all of Narnia. She had a husband whom she loved dearly, a healthy 16-year-old girl (Kathrine) and the Peterson's had created a good and comfortable lifestyle for themselves. There was not one thing in the past she dwelled on; when she wondered what may have been. Well, except for one thing.
When you find, that once again you long
to take your heart back and be free
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me
Peter Pevensie was the happiest man in all of Narnia. He was the High King (for one thing), he had a caring wife and a healthy 16-year-old boy (William). He always worked tirelessly to fix the problems of Narnia. With being High King, he found that there was nearly nothing that he couldn't fix. But he had managed to find one: the past.
We never said
our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me
"Kathrine! Kathrine dear. I do wish you'd tell me before you go an explore the forest. I don't like to catch you and feel like you're hiding something from me."
"Aw, mom! It's safe! And I even have the bow and arrows Father Christmas gave me last year."
"Okay, dear. But be careful. You can go."
Lorelei sighed as Kathrine dashed out the door and called a hurried "Thanks!." she missed those days: the days of being young. True, she wasn't that old, only 32…what had she done as a 16-year-old?
The memories came back in a rush.
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen
don't think about the way
things might have been
"William! You are a prince!" Peter scolded his son. "You are to accompany me on my routes. We will visit the small village by the forest."
"Why?" William asked, irritated. But in the end his father's nagging won. They had two horses saddled up, and they rode to the village, William starting at one end, and Peter at the other.
Think of me, think of me waking
silent and resigned
imagine me trying too hard
to put you from my mind
"Peter!" Lorelei whispered, fingering the delicate locket on a golden chain. It seemed like only yesterday, after the Second Battle of Beruna (which Lorelei (being Lorelei) had snuck into). Peter had knelt beside her wounded body. Lucy had let some of the healing potion into her mouth. Peter had helped Lorelei into a carriage to get her home to Wren. He had stood by her window, trying to say goodbye. Finally the carriage had begun to move, and Peter had to jog alongside to keep up. He had slipped the locket into her hand, and then uttered three words before disappearing forever.
"Think of me."
Recall those days
look back on all those times
think of the things we'll never do
there will never be a day when I won't think of you
Peter walked slowly up to a stately looking house. He knocked lightly on the door, and a middle-aged woman opened the door. Peter's eyes opened wide.
Could it be…?
Can it be…
Can it be Christine?
Long ago
It seems so long ago
how young and innocent we were
She may not remember me
but I remember her!
It had been so long ago. Could he be sure?
"Lei?"
"P-Peter?" She could hardly believe it, and neither could he.
"Yes!" Peter could feel a tear falling down his cheek. He brushed it away impatiently.
"Oh Peter!" Lorelei threw her arms around him. When they finally broke apart, they were both crying. Peter noticed the locket.
"You're wearing it," he said, not needing to specify what.
"I always do," Lorelei whispered. "And I always think about what you told me."
"Think of me," Peter murmured.
They embraced again, the tears flowing freely now.
'Maybe,' Peter thought. 'You don't need to change the past to be happy. Maybe you just lived life to the fullest, and that's all you could ask for.'
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
they have their seasons
so do we
but promise me that sometimes
you will think…
of me!
Okay, that's all I think I'll ever do on Lorelei and Peter. But Kathrine and William? Well, that's a different story.
