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A day since they had realised Peter was missing, and Susan still did not want to accept it. She simply could not think about it, and therefore hadn't; after leaving Edmund and Lucy, she had tried to go about the rest of her day and night as usual. But when she woke up the next morning and nothing had changed, she began to cry. She cried and cried until she couldn't cry anymore, and then she went for a walk.
By early evening, found herself sitting under the same tree she had sat under when she first came to the island, thinking about Peter, Edmund, and Lucy and how much she missed them, how much she wished she could see them again and make things up to them. She would have given anything to fix things between them, but when she was given the chance, did she really do it?
Not truly.
Perhaps she had only made things worse, and now it was too late to do anything about it.
[ooc: any of her close friends/family are welcome to tag this post if you feel like it, and are up for woe.]
By early evening, found herself sitting under the same tree she had sat under when she first came to the island, thinking about Peter, Edmund, and Lucy and how much she missed them, how much she wished she could see them again and make things up to them. She would have given anything to fix things between them, but when she was given the chance, did she really do it?
Not truly.
Perhaps she had only made things worse, and now it was too late to do anything about it.
[ooc: any of her close friends/family are welcome to tag this post if you feel like it, and are up for woe.]