And she looks around, after he's gone back, and before she can bring herself to yet.

It's very familiar.

It's very strange.

It's not home anymore. And it used to be.

There are still stuffed animals--three--on her bed, and she sits with one, a tiger, in her arms, and looks around.

Because it was home.

Lucy feels quiet.

She didn't know she could feel quiet, but she is, as she sits under a tree and picks at her skirt, pull threads and lint away.

She's made her choice, whether she told Caspian she'd wait or not, but in the meantime--

She's alive.

And she still doesn't know what she thinks about that.

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The average human heartrate is 72 beats per minute. Ten litres of blood per minute.

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It's not easy. It's simple, because Lucy knows what she wants. Knows exactly what she wants, and Caspian said no, originally, and wanted to be fair, and how could he ask her to stay (he never asked her to stay, ( Read more... )

It's exactly like every other morning, as Lucy opens her eyes and grimaces to find some of her hair in her mouth ( Read more... )

It's warm--well, hot, really--and Lucy's been tree climbing again.

Some things you don't get tired of, and hanging from a limb like a monkey is apparently one of them.

She's terribly mature, really, but she's also enjoying the pull under the knees and the rush of blood to her head.

Maybe not terribly mature.

It has been a good weekend.

There was some technical law-breaking, but Lucy feels that certain things are worth telling a tiny fib for--like weddings. That is worth it.

It has been a good weekend, and a good evening, and Lucy has bags and a flower in her hair and a smile that's almost as wide as her face as she enters the room through the

Trees are all about, and it's not hard to find one that's easy to climb.

She misses trees that talk, truthfully, but she murmurs, "Thank you," to it anyway.

Possibly because it won't talk back.

She's not too high to be spotted if you want to look.

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