You were dating Peter Pevensie.
You had both dated for a year.
You could feel yourselves drifting apart.
Every now and then, he would disappear.
And when you asked why, he would tell you nothing.
He was shutting you out and you didn't understand why.
It hurt you.
You really loved Peter.
You doubted how Peter felt for you.
One day, Peter came back from one of his long disappearances.
He came and pecked your lips.
"I missed you," he muttered.
"I missed you too," you said.
You were both silent for a moment.
"So, where were you?" you questioned.
"It's nothing," he said.
"You can trust me, you know," you told him.
"I do trust you," he spoke.
"Then why do you hide things from me?" you asked.
"You're being a little overdramatic now," he said.
"Oh, I am? I feel I'm quite justified," you said, defensively.
"Just let it go, Y/N," he said, getting angry.
"No. I won't let it go. But you know what I will do, Peter?" you asked.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I will let you go," you said, turning to walk away.
He grabbed your arm.
"Wait, let's talk about this," he said.
"I'm sorry, Peter," you said, tears falling, "I love you, but I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me as much as I trust them."
You went home and cried yourself to sleep.
In the middle of the night, you were awoken by someone looking over you as you slept.
Your eyes widened and you attempted to scream.
A hand silenced you.
"Shhh. Y/N, it's me, Peter. Get dressed and meet me outside," he said.
You hesitated but nodded.
Peter removed his hand and you watched him go out the window.
You did as you were told and he blindfolded you.
Peter led you somewhere.
When you opened your eyes, you were in front of a wardrobe.
"Peter, what's-," you began to ask.
He cut you off.
"Just trust me. I promise, this will answer all your questions," he said.
You nodded and followed him inside.
You exited into a huge winter wonderland.
You gasped and looked at Peter, not understanding.
"Welcome to Narnia."
