Okay, guys, thank you for waiting. (Also I had no idea who Wren would thank…so he thanks Aslan…)

Confessions of a Broken Heart by Lindsay Lohan

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter

I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better

And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders

Family in crisis that only grows older

I was wasting away. I knew what I desperately wanted, but I didn't know how to get it. It was especially awful because what I wanted was right there in front of me. It was like reaching out for a... bag of gold, for instance, and having your nail scratch the sack. I lost at least 19 pounds in one week, and I had dark black circles under my eyes. I was wasting away, and it was really starting to show.

Susan, concerned about my rapidly declining health, demanded that I rest and participate once more in my lessons (unfortunately). I lived in a daze, sinking in and out of consciousness. I had brief recollections: Lucy talking tearfully to me, Edmund setting a bag of candied violets on my bedside table, Susan laying a black-ribboned rose on my bed, Peter staring intently at me, and another man. Someone I could not recognize, and someone who introduced themselves as Wren Peterson. He often brought his sister, Rena. They seemed genuinely concerned with my health, which I found sweet, but I could not figure out why.

Finally, weeks later and barely alive, I awoke to find Rena looming over me. I gave a start.

"Hi!" I yelped.

"Wren! Oh Wren."

The sound of footsteps.

"She's alive!"

More footsteps, and a door burst open. A man (and I recognized him to be Wren) flew across the room and knelt by my bed.

"Oh thank Aslan!" he wept. "Lorelei, were you not the Lorelei Dawson raised by Cale and Darrin, the old couple who lived in the woods?"

"I was," I said softly. "And who are you."

"I-I am the boy who fought many tournaments for you, dear lady," he stared intently into my eyes, searching for a reaction. I let a laugh escape me. "As you seem to not know me, I shall leave," he said, very embarrassed. He tried to stand, but I held tightly to his hand.

"I remember you," I whispered. "But why have you come to find me?"

"I only just learned that we are engaged! We have always been engaged, since we met."

"Does Peter know?" I asked, trying to sound unconcerned. "Or Susan, Ed or Lucy?" I added as an afterthought.

"Yes! It is Peter who told me."

"Wren…" I tried to talk, but he cut me off.

"I love you," he said, sliding a small golden band onto my finger.

"I love you too," I said, before the world went black.

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I awoke to find my middle finger on my left hand felt heavier. I looked at it and saw the golden band. And then the memories from yesterday came back.

I could not decided whether or not we were doing the right thing. I still couldn't honestly find what my feelings for Peter were. I thought that I might be betraying Wren by marrying him.

I was having a hard time understanding my feelings. I was torn between two men: one who loved me, and one who barely noticed me anymore. Why was it so hard to choose?

Okay, well what do you think? I'm getting back into all of this…Narnia fanfiction stuff I mean. Okay, I really appreciate lengthy reviews with stuff that actually tells me how to be better, rather than 'gr8, plz update'

I'm not exactly saying that's what you all are doing, but please do submit a review. Thank you.