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I'm not alright, I'm broken inside
And all I go through, it leads me to you.— Sanctus Real, I'm Not Alright
“It’s all right,” he’d said. “It’s not how I thought it would be, but it’s all right.”
Not until his feet are back on the bustling platform does he acknowledge the lie.
The train is whistling its warning; all around him giggling schoolchildren are gathering their luggage and straightening their perfectly creased and starched uniforms, ready to start another term; a strange boy is talking – to Susan. But he is deaf to it all.
All he can hear is the sound of love unspoken and promises unbroken.
He’s left his heart in Narnia – and nothing will ever be right again.