unforgettable. || peter pevensie || complete

epilogue

also, there's now a third book in this series, called 'inconspicuous'! more information in the next part, it's for ed, so look out!

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Phoebe had found it easier than she thought she would. Adjusting to coming back from Narnia, adjusting to life in England, adjusting to school. It had hurt at first, of course, but Phoebe knew that there wasn't anything she could have done to return. Eventually, she had just accepted it. Not completely - Phoebe doubted she would ever accept it completely. Part of her would always miss Narnia, just like part of her had missed England when she had been there.

Much as it had hurt him at first, Phoebe knew Peter had done the same. They'd both caught each other lost in daydreams enough times for each one to know the other wasn't entirely okay, not truly. They'd almost been on some unspoken pact, as if they wouldn't discuss what had happened until they were alone. Still, given that they had been at school, they never really seemed to be alone.

Phoebe had been altogether shocked by her rapid rise in popularity. Apparently, Peter was somewhat desired by the majority of the girls in the school, and the fact that she'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere had caused her to be the object of a surprising amount of attention - and not the best kind. Still, some of the girls had been nice enough, and Phoebe had always been with Susan, regardless of what was occurring elsewhere.

When they'd left school, finished sixth form and all, she'd accompanied Peter and Susan, along with their parents, to America. She had to admit, it had been blissfully normal. Floating around parties on Peter's arm, writing letters to Edmund and Lucy, them telling her of their adventures in Narnia. Phoebe had expected that she would feel jealous of them, adventuring in Narnia, seeing Caspian again, but instead, she was happy. Happy that Lucy and Edmund got to see their country, at least one last time.

They'd returned to England around a year ago, in time for the youngest Pevensies to finish school and for Susan, Phoebe, and Peter to move on to university. Susan, naturally, had gone to Cambridge, which really wasn't a surprise to any of them. Peter and Phoebe had both gone to the University of London, agreeing to stay near to the life they knew - to Lucy, to Edmund, to the Pevensies' parents. They owned a house in South Kensington and had for quite some time.

If she was honest, Phoebe genuinely didn't know how her life had turned out so perfectly. It almost felt as if she was about to fall off some kind of precipice, as if everything was about to go wrong, and yet it never did. If she had told herself five years ago that she would be in love, that she would have gone to school, that she would own a house, she wouldn't have believed it. In fact, fifteen-year-old Phoebe would have found it more realistic to find a world inside a wardrobe than to imagine herself where she was now. She had a job at Harrods, lived with a boy who loved her, and the first snow of the year had just begun to fall on the ground.

Essentially, her life was perfect.

She had everything she'd ever wanted, deep down. And to think that a few years ago, she'd been expecting to die. The snow was magical at this time of year, and it reminded her of that first time they went to Narnia. Still, there was something different about the snow now, something even more magical. She had always loved winter, but Narnia had only made her love it more. Peter had often marvelled at her endless love for snow, talking her for walks around the Serpentine in Hyde Park and watching in amusement as she practically danced around in the freezing cold. Phoebe swore she got ten years younger every time there were snowflakes in the air.