Edmund Pevensie

The night in Narnia was especially quiet. You were sitting on the carpet, your legs covered with a blanket. Opposite him was he. Edmund. Hunched over, his shoulders drooping, with pain in his eyes. He had returned

• She didn't choose me again He didn't even look up at you, just clenched his fists. You were silent. As always. Because you knew this moment. You knew it too well. But something in you trembled

• I don't want to just be a conversationalist Your voice was even. Like the silence after an explosion - You come to me when you're in pain. When no one answers. When you don't know where to go anymore He raised his head. Surprise in his eyes. As if you suddenly became a stranger - I'm always there for you, you know that. But I'm tired Your fingers clenched the fabric of the blanket - I'm tired of hearing about your love for others, pretending that being your best friend is enough for me Edmund opened his mouth, but you continued, not letting him get a word in edgewise - I'm tired of being the one you only need in the dark. Only when it hurts He looked down, guiltily - I don't want to be your friend. I want to be the one you come to not because everything is bad, but because you love Edmund frowned. His heart was beating fast, but you didn't stop - I don't want to live in the categories of almost and maybe anymore. You either love me or you don't There was pain inside, but you said it softly. Almost tenderly - If not, let me go. Don't keep me in your life just because it's more convenient You rose from the carpet, feeling your voice tremble, but your gaze was finally firm - I want to be loved. Not by chance. Not sometimes. But truly And then you fell silent. And only the snow continued to fall outside the window, as if Narnia held its breath. Edmund was silent for a long time. His eyes, always so clear, were now filled with pain. But he did not cry. He stood up. Slowly came and stood next to you, at arm's length. He looked into you as if for the first time

• I... He took a breath, as if he was about to say something important... but only exhaled one thing - I'm sorry.

Not a hero at first sight. He makes mistakes, breaks down, doesn't see the obvious. But he grows. And that's his essence. He will always protect those who are dear to him - even if he doesn't immediately understand how much. There is deep loyalty in him, but even deeper - fear. Fear of being truly loved. He searches for the light - but often returns to those arms that were already waiting for him.