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You had been in a happy relationship with James for years now. The two of you grew up together, childhood best friends and neighbors. Your mothers always hoped the two of you would get together some day. And eventually you did. Being separated during the evacuations of London was tough on the two of you. You were both sent to places on the opposite ends of Britain, and it was the longest summer of your life. At your fifteenth birthday party, James kissed your cheek, and you began to see him in a slightly different way. At sixteen, you gave James a real kiss. You weren’t officially together, but everyone knew James loved you. You’re pretty sure you loved him too, yet sitting here with Edmund, you felt things you never felt with James.

A year at Professor Kirke's house with the Pevensies gave you the adventures you'd always dreamed of. Edmund and you became fast friends, being the closest in age. When you and the Pevensies went to Narnia, you became part of their family, so of course, going back to life in London was a huge adjustment. The four of them kept in touch with letters, but it wasn't the same. You still missed them immensely. 

During your weekly trip into the city, you never expected to come in contact with the Pevensies. Yet there you were in line to purchase your train ticket home when you heard someone call your name.

“Y/n!” You spun around and your eyes landed on a tall dark-haired boy walking towards you.

“Edmund!” You nearly dropped your bag as you ran over and threw your arms around him in a hug. “How are you? How are your siblings?”

He grinned and looked over to the other end of the station where the three other Pevensie siblings stood smiling. Edmund took your hand, a habit the two of you developed over your years in Narnia, and pulled you over to the others. “Y/n!” Lucy exclaimed, hugging you tightly. Many hugs were exchanged between the five of you and eventually, you made your way out of the station to a little park nearby. You figured your mother could live without you for another hour or two, and if she bothered to ask, you would tell her who you ran into.

It had been nearly a year and a half since last seeing the Pevensies. After returning to Narnia with them and reclaiming the land from the Telmarines, you and the Pevensies were once again separated. You kept in touch through letters, but it wasn’t the same. You lived with them for fifteen years, and not a day went by where you didn’t gossip with Susan, play games with Lucy, discuss life with Peter, or tease Edmund. Coming back to England left a hole in your heart.

The five of you talked for hours and hours, and it was only when the sun began to set that you realized how late it had gotten. “Look at that, it’s nearly sunset,” Susan commented.

“Never quite as beautiful as a Narnian sunset, are they?” Edmund nudged your shoulder, grinning. You shook your head in agreement. Many evenings found you and Edmund sitting on the western balcony of Cair Paravel waiting for the sunset. Now, every night you watched it out the window of your bedroom, you couldn’t help but imagine where Edmund was, if he was watching the sunset, thinking about you the way you thought about him.

You sighed as you looked at the time on your watch. “I better head home now. I’m sure Mum’s worried sick about me.” Peter chuckled.

“Us, too. Mum told us to be back before dark.” The five of you rose to your feet, brushing the dirt and grass from your pants and skirts.

“It was great to see you, Y/n,” Susan told you. “You’ll have to come to the city more often to visit.”

You nodded, your eyes catching on Edmund’s soft smile. “I come every Thursday. You’ll just have to come by the station so we can spend the day together.”

"That sounds wonderful." Lucy pulled everyone into a hug.

They walked you back to the station, Edmund holding your hand the entire way.

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“James, we need to talk.” You knew those words never led to anything good, so you figured you might as well get it over with. After stewing for a few days about your encounter with the Pevensies, particularly Edmund, you realized that it wasn’t fair to James to continue your relationship. Not that there really was one to begin with, but it still felt wrong to continue leading him on when your heart belonged to someone else.

He sighed, moving over on the bench to allow you to sit. You had asked him to meet you at the park, a neutral area that left little room for negotiation since you could walk away at any moment. “I already know what you’re going to say, Y/n.”

“You do?”

James nodded. “You don’t think I’m right for you anymore.” You sat in silence for a moment, pondering his words. Slowly, you nodded. “It’s alright. I understand.” He stood up and offered you a hand. Pulling you into a hug, he whispered to you, “He’s a lucky guy.” Then James walked off, leaving you alone on the bench.

That night, you wrote to Edmund asking him to meet you at the station next Thursday. Please come alone, you requested. As much as you loved his siblings, this was a conversation you needed to have in private with Edmund.

Thursday morning rolled around quicker than you hoped, and suddenly, you found yourself on the train to London without a clue of what to say to Edmund. Thankfully, the words came easy once you found yourself standing in front of him.

“I ended things...with James.”

Edmund tilted his head, confusion written on his face. “Why?” You sighed, taking his hand and pulling him to a nearby bench.

“My mum always told me that if you love two people at the same time, choose the second because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second. I did love James...once. Not anymore, though. Someone else has taken my heart, and I don’t want to take it back from them.” You looked up at Edmund, e/c eyes meeting his rich brown ones. “I don’t love James anymore because...because I love you, Edmund.”

Edmund’s eyes widened, his lips parting in surprise. Then the biggest smile you had ever seen spread across his face. “I love you, too, Y/n.” You let out a happy gasp as his hands reached up to cup your face, and he pulled your lips to his.

The kiss was slow and sweet. You didn’t need to rush because you knew in that moment that Edmund wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Your fingers wrapped around his tie, pulling him closer. When your lips finally parted, Edmund pressed his forehead to yours, eyes partly closed, a soft smile on his face.

“That was wonderful,” he murmured. You nodded, a grin falling over your mouth.

“I love you, Ed.”

“I love you, Y/n. I’m glad your heart chose me.”