Disclaimer: I do not own; everything belongs to the wonderful genius that is Phillip Pullman
A/N: This is my first attempt at a HDM fic, so I would love to recieve feedback of any kind. If you can offer me any advice, I would really appreciate it...Okay, then, here goes nothing!
It's not that she's forgotten him; oh, no; never that. And it isn't that she doesn't care. But Lyra just can't seem to find time this year to sit on the bench and think of Will.
It isn't that she wouldn't like to see him; she would. But she has a life now, two babies and a husband who all need her more than Will. And sitting on a park bench thinking of him won't bring him any closer, and it won't let her see him one more time.
And even if that was possible, she imagines, deep within herself, that she wouldn't go. What they had was nice—more than nice; it was bliss joy happiness singing peace serenity.
Love.
She had loved him, loved him with every part of her, so much it hurt and made her cry and scream for being near him.
She had loved him, but that was then. If they ever met again, she knows it wouldn't be the same.
She wonder's if it's stupid to feel guilty that she can't make it. Probably. He won't know she's not there. If he even still goes. And if he does go, and he does realize, he has no right to be angry at her. It's not her fault she's moved on. If things were different…
But this is pointless. She is happy with her life. She is.
And she is busy today, and she really doesn't have time to sit around pondering the-might-have-beens and could-bes, like she usually does on this day.
So she goes about her life and thinks of him anyway.