Chapter 35
Susan woke up by the singing voice of little children. She kept her eyes shut but she could see that it surely was past midday, judging by the bright glow of the sun against her closed eyelids and the heat of the sunrays on her delicate, sensitive skin. She felt the soft, fresh grass under her palms and wondered where she was. She surely was not in a castle. But she just couldn't remember a thing of what had happened the day before.
There were blurred images across her memory but she couldn't quite put them together. Had she hit her head or something?
I guess that's what old age brings… she thought scornfully, remembering a wicked comment her younger brother had made six years ago at her 81st birthday. At the age of 79 her little brother had not lost his talent annoying his family with stupid comments.
She groaned loudly at the thought and noticed something she hadn't noticed before. She felt more comfortable and relaxed and much stronger than a woman her age would feel. And her groan came out easier and her throat did not hurt anymore. Actually, her whole body was free of any kind of pain she remembered feeling the day before. Confused, she opened her eyes out of reflex and instinct to take a look at her body but was blinded by the bright sunlight. She blinked a couple of times in order to get accustomed to the light and sat up, supporting her weight on her hands. She looked around only to find a group of little children twirling around one another, squealing merrily. They noticed she was awoke and gave her toothless smiles, while waving at her.
"Good morning!" they all shouted enthusiastically but none of them dared to approach her but one little girl. She looked around three or four years old. She had bright blue eyes and chest nut hair, braided. She walked timidly towards her and stared at her not saying anything. Susan felt a little uncomfortable by her intense stare on her but smiled at the little girl nonetheless.
"Hello! What's your name?"
She received no answer only a small shy smile. They kept staring at one another for a moment while all the other kids had started singing an old, narnian song that seemed like a lullaby Mr. Tumnus had written for Lucy.
"You very pretty, miss.." the girl said suddenly in a low, timid voice. For some reason, this little girl looked too familiar to Susan.
"Thank you, sweetheart, you too! But I hardly thing I can be called a 'miss' anymore!" she joked sweetly and reached out to caress the girl's rosy cheek.
"Why so?"
Susan had to chuckle. Children were always so curious about everything. She had experience from her own. Rillian always went through hers and Caspian's stuff when he was a little boy while his younger sister and brother, Sibyl and Ben -both named after the Pevensies parents back in England- who happened to be twins, used to sneak out of the castle in the gardens or the town and observed every little thing that happened out of their royal home. These two little ones almost gave her a heart attack every time they disappeared but she could never be mad at them.
The little girl repeated her question snapping the Queen out of her thoughts.
"Because I am an old lady now, my girl! You don't call an old lady as 'miss', do you?"
The girl looked at her puzzled and had a blank look on her face as she proceeded what Susan had told her. But her eyes and lips gave away the fact that she just couldn't grasp what she had just heard.
"But you are not an old lady…" the girl mumbled incomprehensibly in low voice thinking she might insult Susan. The Queen laughed heartedly at her comment and shook her head.
"My sweetie, thank you for complimenting me. Lots of people say things like that to me to make me feel better for being an old woman but-."
"But I'm telling the truth! I'm not trying to make you feel better." The girl protested and she looked to be more at ease around Susan. The deep blush on her cheeks had now disappeared and the shyness in her childish eyes was replaced with determination and obstinacy. Susan observed her and searched her eyes, aware of the impossibility of the girl lying to her but she had to be sure.
Puzzled she looked down at herself. She was dressed in a beautiful dress, which was pale blue with golden ribbons and a few touches of white here and there. She arched an eyebrow. It looked awfully familiar. It looked exactly like the dress she wore at the ball after her wedding. She raised her arms and wasn't surprised when she saw the long, white sleeves of the elegant dress.
What she was surprised to see were her own hands. They weren't the hands of an old woman but those of a young, very young one. She gasped at the sight. She regarded the girl once more and she saw her nod her head. She didn't get it.
"How could…? That's not possible…" she muttered as her eyes went back and forth, clearly thinking. She touched her face gently and gasped when her fingertips touched the fresh skin of a young woman's face. No wrinkles. Just a perfectly healthy skin.
"Everything is possible here." The girl said after a while, looking at the Queen with big, curious eyes.
"And where might 'here' be?"
The girl giggled at the question and covered her mouth with her small hands before replying."Aslan's Country, of course!"
At first Susan stopped thinking. She just bore a blank look in her eyes and she was staring at the ground beneath her. After a moment, she looked up at the girl, looked her in the eyes and laughed clearly showing she didn't believe her, that she thought it was some kind of a joke. But the little girl was looking at her seriously and quite puzzled and that look was what made Susan stop laughing and think her words again.
"Oh my god… You are serious, aren't you?" she asked and the girl nodded quietly her little head. "Then, I am dead?" it was more of a statement than a question but the girl confirmed her anyway.
"Yes and so am I and those kids there." She said pointing at the laughing children behind her. "Aslan sent me to help you."
"Help me?"
"Yes, explain what happened to you and what happens here." She said and Susan realised that she was more than just a little girl. She was her guardian angel. That little face of hers looked so familiar to the Gentle Queen, as if from a dream, or a dream of a dream. The girl extended her small hand and the Queen took it eagerly, as she stood up. They walked together towards a castle. It looked to be far away so Susan couldn't exactly make out what it looked like. The girl explained everything to her as they walked.
"You died last night in your sleep next to Lucy, your daughter's baby girl. Sibyl and her husband found you this morning dead in your rocking chair. The whole kingdom is grieving for losing you."
"Oh… well, I remember now. I was rocking little Lucy to sleep because her parents had to go to the ball for Rilian's birthday. I remember wanting to go too but knowing a ball was no place for a woman like me I stayed behind. I loved taking care of Lucy anyway." Susan said as memories flooded her and her eyes started to water a little. But she rubbed the tears that threatened to fall away and let the girl continued her explanations.
"That's right. Anyway, those who die, and are faithful to Aslan of course, come here."
"So my family are here as well?" Susan's eyes lit up at the thought of seeing them again. It had been three years since her siblings were murdered during a trip of theirs in Archenland. They had gone there for some kind of a festival but she couldn't join them because of her pregnant daughter. Someone had murdered them in their sleep, a Calormene some say. She had been heartbroken by their death but Aslan reassured her every night in her sleep for a year that they were alright in His Country and he even gave her visions of them in said Country.
Caspian, on the other hand, had died a month ago. He had lost his balance and had accidentally fallen of the stairs. Rillian was the one to find him still alive so he had called her immediately. It was the worst moment of her life, standing next to her husband's dying body, holding his wrinkled hand as he told her for the last time how much he loves her and thanked her for loving him back.
We'll meet again, love. he had said. Funny how I'll meet your parents before you do. He had tried to joke and she'd smiled faintly as her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Now here she was, in Aslan's Country as well, only a few yards separating her from them. Well, more than a few yards but still, she would meet them!
"Are they young too?"
"Yes, those who die old, come to His Country the way they looked the day they became adults. In Narnia of course."
"Oh, so I am 18 now, right?"
"Yes. To the contrary those who die before the age of 18, come here the age they were."
"Oh, I see… so you died at the age of four?"
"Five. A disease or something like it…" the girl said sorrowfully and looked at her feet.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you!" Susan said apologetically. "It's just that I lost a daughter, she was your age. She was allergic to strawberries and the cook didn't know. So at her 5th birthday, he made a strawberry cake and no one noticed…" her voice cracked as she remembered that dreadful day. She had stayed by her daughter's side all week long even though she was already gone. She wept for two months and still couldn't get over it. Caspian was terribly hurt too but didn't show it, not for one moment. He stayed strong for her sake so that he could support her and take her in his arms when she wanted to give up. The death of the little girl was a tragedy no one had ever thought would happen.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I understand. Please don't cry, pretty girl!" the girl begged childishly and squeezed her hand. Susan chuckled and wiped the tears away, stroking lovingly the girl's soft hair.
"My name is Susan."
"That's a pretty name! Mine is-."
"Susan! Oh my gosh, you're here!" a woman's voice cut through the air, cutting off the little girl. Susan knew exactly who that voice belonged to and a wide smile spread across her gentle face. She turned to her left only to see her sister running at top speed to her with her arms wide open. She laughed merrily and opened her arms as well to welcome her little sister. Lucy didn't have time to slow down, being overexcited and all, so she knocked them both on the ground, she on top of Susan as she hugged and squeezed her till Susan was suffocating and kissed her cheeks and temple. The little girl laughed uncontrollably at the happy reunion of the sisters but was also very intrigued and thoughtful. If Susan was Lucy's sister then…
"Oh, Suzy, I've missed you so much! Look at you! Eighteen again, huh?"
"I missed you too, Lu! But look at you! You're not a grumpy old lady anymore!" Susan exclaimed, once they were standing on their feet again, twirling her around and looking at her up and down.
"Hey! Shut up, Edmund!" Lucy joked and both laughed hard.
"Lucy, this is-"Susan started, introducing the girl to her sister but Lucy interrupted her.
"Callia, yes I know very well who she is! So do you!" Lucy exclaimed in genuine happiness. "Come here baby!" She said to Callia, inviting her to her open arms and the girl smiled and ran to her embrace.
"Auntie Lucy! She is your sister?" Susan was looking at the blankly. Her name was Callia. Her daughter's name was Callia, named after Caspian's mother. Callia had called Lucy, auntie. Lucy was her sister. That made her…
"Callia is my… my…?"
"Yes, Su. I thought you'd have figured it out by now!"
"No… Let me hold her." She said in a pleading voice as tears threatened to fall once again. Callia looked at her puzzled but didn't protest to her holding her. Actually she felt comfortable in her arms. Too comfortable. In a way that she felt only when her mother had held her. She didn't remember what her mother looked like but she remembered how she felt when she was in her arms; love, comfort and safeness. She also remembered her scent, she smelled of jasmine, just like Susan. And Caspian, her father who had found her, always told her that she had her mother's eyes. Susan, then, was her mother…
Susan took Callia in her arms and buried her little face in her shoulder. She was so happy she had finally found her; she was able to hold her in her arms once more. It was one of the few moments she had waited with anticipation to happen. Truth is, she couldn't remember her after so many years and old age wasn't that helpful either. She only remembered her eyes; the eyes that were crystal blue just like her own. But even though the eye colour was the same, her eyes were like her father's full of wit and emotions of love and joy. She felt something wet on her shoulder and realized that her daughter was crying.
"Why are you crying, my love?"
"I have finally found you mummy!" the girl cried and wrapped her tiny arms around her mother's neck, burying her face in her hair. Susan was overjoyed to hear her call her like that again.
"Oh, my little girl, I have found you too. And I swear nothing is ever going to separate us! I love you."
"I love you too mummy."
"Where are the others?" Susan asked her sister as they finally approached the castle, which was actually Cair Paravel even more glorious and magnificent than in Narnia. They had their arms around one another's waist while Callia held Susan's hand tightly.
"Edmund and Caspian are in the practicing fields and are sword- fighting-" Lucy started but was interrupted by Susan's question.
"For what?"
"For…well, I don't know. They're just killing their time! Anyway, Peter is with Sofia right now. But Aslan has requested that the five of us gathered in the throne room. He said he has something important to say which can only be your arrival!"
"Oh, I see. Well, why don't we surprise them? I'd love to see their faces when I show up!" Susan said with a wicked smile and hadn't her hands been otherwise occupied, she would have rubbed them together conspiratorially.
"Ouch Suzy, I see you still got in you, despite your age!" Lucy teased.
"As you can see I am an eighteen year old girl and I am fuller of life than ever, if you must know!" Susan said in a faking superior manner.
"Your Majesty, forgive my rude words! I will never say anything about your old age again. Do you forgive me… granny?" Lucy joked again and broke into a run, screaming to Callia to follow her as Susan chased them.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Callia ran across the practicing fields to her father who was still fighting with Edmund.
"Callie what are you doing here? I've told you it's dangerous to run among those who hold swords and weapons." Caspian threw his sword aside and lifted her in his arms.
Callia blushed a little since she had forgotten what her father always told her."Sorry, but Auntie Lucy is being tortured!"
Caspian laughed a little but got worried by Callia's serious face. "Are you serious? Because if this some kind of joke between you and your aunt again-!"
"No it's not!" the girl said truthfully. "Put me down and follow me!"
"What happened, Cas?" Edmund approached them puzzled.
"No idea. Just follow the tubby!" Caspian said meaning to tease his daughter who punched him lightly on the knee."Ouch, that hurt!"
"Liar! Follow me!"
Caspian followed his daughter among the trees. He was curious to see what she his daughter meant by saying 'tortured'. It was Aslan's Country! How could anyone get tortured there? He was confident that it was one of the jokes Lucy made up to tease him and her brothers and she always used Callia in her silly games. But this time he said nothing and decided to play along.
However, his mind changed when he listened to Lucy's cry. She was begging someone to stop torturing her. Well, maybe this time was no joke after all. He exchanged a meaningful look with Edmund and both raised their swords ready to attack whoever it was that was abusing the Queen. However, his little daughter ruined their plan by grabbing the fingers of his free hand and dragging him to were Lucy was.
"Please! Let me go! Spare me, Maleficent!"
"You dared call me after the witch who killed Sleeping Beauty! Prepare for your doom!" a female voice sounded. It was awfully familiar to the boys but they just couldn't remember its owner.
The other girl was on top of Lucy and was…what was she doing?
"Unhand her!" Caspian roared pointing his sword to the young woman.
Susan felt the cold metal against the skin of her neck and had to struggle not to burst into laughter. Her sweet Caspian, her noble prince ever eager to save his sister-in-law or anyone whom he loved. He was such a sweetheart!
"Not to worry, noble Prince Caspian. I will not hurt her. Even though she deserves it!"
Caspian didn't understand her. What did she mean by that? She looked at Edmund only to see him shrugging too.
"Stand up, woman!" Edmund ordered. "And it's King Caspian! How do you know him anyway?"
Susan stood up with her back still on them and sighed deeply.
"Well, I guess that after decades of marriage, anyone should recognize their husband's voice, don't you agree Eddie?"
She could just picture their puzzled and astonished look and she couldn't hold her laughter anymore. She and Lucy laughed so hard till they cried while Caspian and Edmund were left to stare at them. They were even more confused when little Callia joined them.
"You little devil! I knew it was another joke between you and Lucy!"
"Yes, you lied!" Edmund agreed frustrated and put his hands on his hips making Lucy laugh even harder.
"All men are such babies!" Susan said among her giggles. "And it was no joke between her and Lucy but between her and me! She didn't lie!"
Caspian was growing more and more irritated each passing second and impatient as well."Would you care to show us your face, now, missy?"
"Sure, why not! Please try not to pass out!" she joked and turned nervously around. She wasn't surprised by their stunned face and widened eyes. "So tell me, Caspian, how are my parents?"
Caspian dropped his sword and walked slowly towards, his mouth opening and closing silently as he tried to find the right words to express his thoughts. She opened her arms and hugged him impatiently, let him bury his face in her neck and wrap his arms around her tightly. She felt his tears on her shoulder and had to cry as well. She was in her favourite place in the world again. She was in his arms and this time she had no fear of parting with him, of never seeing him again.
Caspian couldn't believe it was her. He wanted to yell at her for not revealing who she was earlier but the need to feel her against him once more was greater. The millions of thoughts that were crossing his mind that moment left him speechless so all he did was hold her. Hold her like it was the last time he ever saw her again.
"Susan… You're here… At last, I've missed you more than you could ever imagine!" he whispered in her ear softly and kissed it lovingly before kissing her cheek and temple.
"Yes, I can imagine because I missed you too! Your absence made life unbearable back there…" she whispered back gently.
"Well, I must admit you look more beautiful than ever before… and I see you have met with Callia."
"Yes, it feels so good to see her again. To see all of you! I can't wait to see Peter too." She smiled lightly but it was enough to make Caspian's day brighter. How he had missed her glorious smile. The smile that brought light in his world. "Caspian could you do me a favour?"
"I'd do anything for you, you know that."
"I know. Kiss me, Cas…" she could barely be heard now but Caspian knew exactly what she wanted and did as he was asked to. He placed gently his lips on hers and kissed her slowly. The kiss became more demanding and passionate and they both felt content and breathless once they broke apart. They had to chuckle at Callia's look of disgust. It reminded them of Edmund, talking of whom…
"Are you done or do I have to wait a little longer to hug my sister too?"
Lucy smirked at his comment. "You have waited for three years, Ed. What's three more minutes, huh?"
"No, he's right." Susan said and freed herself from Caspian's embrace. "I missed you so much, little brother!"
"I missed you too, sister." He said and trapped her in a bone-crushing hug.
"Ed, you squeeze the air out of my lungs!" Susan said breathlessly in a voice similar to a person's who was choking. "Now, where is the High King?" she asked once Edmund had freed her and she could breathe normally again. The two Kings exchanged meaningful and sort of wicked glances before heading to wherever Peter was. She was curious and amused at the same time. Back in Narnia, they had made teasing Peter their every-day hobby. As the years passed, Peter had gotten used to it and he was some times playing along their little games even when they were against him.
"Am I the only one who thinks it's kind of weird we're all the same age?" Edmund spoke after a while. He was more than pleased to hear the usual laughter of his family.
"Not all of us are. I am five not eighteen!" Callia's chirping was heard after a long time and the two sisters smirked at her. Susan took her by the hand before lifting her up in a tight embrace.
"Looks like you're no longer the one who squeals all the time, Lu!" Edmund joked.
Caspian walked beside his wife and daughter and smiled widely at them. Susan took his hand in hers and mouthed him 'I've missed you' one more time. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close to him. Callia giggled amused when he kissed Susan's cheek. The Gentle Queen smiled graciously and she knew she was shining after such a long period. Ever since her siblings' death, it was no longer easy for her to shine and after Caspian's she hadn't even smiled for a month. But now she was happy again, and grateful to Aslan for blessing her with reuniting with her family.
They met Peter in the castle. He was with Sofia and Edmund informed his sister that ever since Sofia joined them (meaning two weeks before) they never left one another. Edmund thought it to be ridiculous, even though he had a wife and children as well in Narnia, but Susan thought it was very sweet. Meeting with Peter was more tearful than she had expected and her brother was holding her for five minutes, maybe more.
Sofia 's greetings were quite tearful as well but not in such high level as Peter's. The family sat in the day room and talked and laughed and shared their news. Well, actually Susan's news about Narnia, since in Aslan's Country nothing really important ever happened and everyone described how they left Narnia and came to His Country. In the afternoon, they decided to give Susan and Caspian some privacy since it had been quite long since they had last been together alone and especially young. They mounted their horses and rode to the beach, their favourite place in Narnia, both the old and new one. Once they mounted off their horses, they never left each other's side and they held on each other's hands as if their life depended on it.
"You know, you look exactly the way you did when I first met you." Susan observed pleasantly.
He gave her a mischievous smile and a wink before pressing her even closer to him and after years, Susan felt like an adolescent once more; heart beating faster, cheeks growing red, knees buckling and butterflies in her stomach, everything she used to feel as a woman every time he was so close to her. "And I suppose you are more than just content about it, huh?"
"Maybe…" her voice trailed off and she heard him chuckle. His hand tightened around her waist and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. She was amazed she felt a shiver run down her spine after all these years. She had forgotten how hot his breath was against her skin and how torturously soft and teasing his lips were. It had been so long since she last saw his eyes burn with passion and love and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He placed soft kisses on her neck, cheeks and lips and they both felt happy and satisfied they were doing this after so many years.
"I've missed this." He said after a while as he rested his forehead on hers. "I've missed you."
"I too, love. But now we will stay like this forever. Nothing's ever going to tear us apart. Not even death." She whispered closing her eyes. They stayed in silence for a few moments before Susan's voice was heard again."You know what I missed doing with you?"
"What?" he asked with a crooked, charming smile.
"Playing… you know, fooling around!" she exclaimed. She knew it wasn't what he had expected to hear and she was amused he was surprised.
"How do you mean?" he asked perplexed and backed away a little to take a better look at her face.
"Like this!" she squealed and without warning she pushed him backwards and threw him in the water. He gasped for air as his head popped out of the water and he shook the water off his hair. He supported his weight on his hands and he gave Susan one of the most furious but amused looks she had ever seen. "Look at you! You look like some wet puppy!"
"Ohh, you are so going to pay for this!" he almost spat his words and in a fraction of seconds he was standing on his feet and was chasing her along the beach. Susan giggled and panted as she ran at her top speed. However, he was faster than her, he always had been, and it was easy for him to catch up with her and grip her wrist. He turned her around to face him and lifted her up on his shoulder. She screamed and protested as he carried her in the water. When he was as deep enough as he wanted, he counted to three and threw her in the water. She breathed heavily and tried to steady herself since her thick, wet dress was making her lose her balance.
"Who looks like a wet puppy now?" he said and she looked at him behind the curtain of her wet, brown hair. She tried her best to look angry but she just couldn't stop laughing. She jumped at him and they both fell back in the water.
"Having a good time, are we?" Peter's voice interrupted them. "Come, there is someone I want you to meet." He added when they turned their attention to him.
"Not to worry, they'll back in a few minutes." Lucy said to everyone sitting in the living room. And she was right for Peter followed by the couple entered the room. They were both wet and Susan's skirts were covered in mud and dirt. Lucy, Edmund and Sofia suppressed the laughter that was rising in their throats.
"I found them!" Peter announced triumphantly.
"Yes, we have eyes of our own, Pete!" Edmund joked.
Susan saw another couple in the room with them and apparently they all knew them except her. She was surprised and perplexed that they looked to be in their thirties. Callia had told her everyone who entered Aslan's Country and was an adult came to His Country as an 18-year-old. So why were they older? The woman had a gentle, sweet smile on her face. Her eyes so blue and clear just like her own. She had long, blond hair and a wreath was resting on her head. She was beautiful and awfully familiar to the Queen. The man next to her had dark eyes and hair but his skin was white like the woman's. He was looking at her with kind eyes and he was smiling to her as well. Who were those people?
"If you're wondering why they look older than they should it's because they didn't have to die to come here. They traveled all the way from Narnia, like Reepicheep, and found it." Lucy informed her.
Susan nodded to her sister and looked at the couple again. She felt Caspian squeeze her hand and when she turned to him he gave her a small smile that showed encouragement and support.
"Hello, Suzy." The man spoke first. "Don't you recognize me?"
And then it hit her. His voice, his eyes, his smile, the way he called her 'Suzy'; all of them evidence of who he could be. She took a step closer to them and scrutinized them. She knew she was being rude but she couldn't help it and they didn't seem to mind, anyway.
"Give her some time. She just got here." The woman said gently, not taking her eyes off her. Her characteristics were also familiar to Susan and that made her even more suspicious.
"Your voice… I remember… the promise…the lullaby…" Susan mumbled and her eyes went back and forth as memories filled her head. She rubbed her temple gently and the woman walked beside her and placed a hand on her back.
"Take it easy, don't press yourself. It will slowly come to you."
Susan sat on the sofa and looked her in the eyes, searching them making sure she wasn't imagining things. She knew that voice better than she knew her own. The voice that rang in her head every time she was in danger or in trouble.
"Mum?" she whispered uncertain and the woman smiled widely at her.
"Yes, Suzy, it's me. Happy to see me?"
"Ohh…" the girl pulled her down in an embrace and buried her head in her mother's shoulder as tears of happiness strolled down her cheeks. "You have no idea!"
"Me too, my little girl, me too."
"Hey, why is she always getting all the attention?" Lord Basil faked a complaining voice. Susan and her mother chuckled and unlocked themselves from each other's embrace. Susan stood up and ran into her father's arms.
"I'm so happy to be able to finally meet you…" she whispered and the kind hearted man kissed her hair and temple. "You are just what I remembered."
"And you, Susan, are even greater than we thought you'd be." Basil said and looked her in the eyes. "You may not be our child by blood but a child in our hearts and that's even more important. I'd never imagined the heavens would have blessed us with such a treasure. We love you very much."
"I love you too, papa."
The rest of the family smiled and let out a delighted 'awww' at the sight. Lucy ran to the two and hugged them both. Soon everyone mimicked her action and everyone was hugging everyone.
Aslan was watching as always. He smiled, in a way only lions smile and turned to leave. His mission protecting them was over. He now had their children to look after and their cousin and his friend who would soon enter Narnia to win their own battle. Taking one last look at them, he gave them his love and blessings. He was happy they were so loved, so close to each other. The family was together again…
FIN I hate it that this story has come to an end, it was my very first fanfiction so it will always have a dear place in my heart. I want to thank all of you who have supported me, it means a lot to me :) I certainly will write more stories of Narnia and Suspian (well duh! :P) especially now that the Voyage of the Dawn Treader will be released next week (yaaaay 3). My best wishes and hopes to all of you! I really love you guys! See you around! :D
So this is it! I do hope it wasn't very disappointing. I wanted this to be the final scene of the story since I think a family reunion is a happiest and loveliest sight that's why I left it there. It might seem a little abrupt and I'm sorry but that's how I had pictured it. I wanted to focus on Susan since she is in a way the protagonist of this story. I'm not very good with descriptions and landscapes, anyway.