{"id":31302,"date":"2013-01-04T05:56:07","date_gmt":"2013-01-04T05:56:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/01\/04\/falling-2\/"},"modified":"2013-01-04T05:56:07","modified_gmt":"2013-01-04T05:56:07","slug":"falling-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/01\/04\/falling-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Falling"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cIt\u2019s the last time, too, if you expect to stay with me.\u201d She leveled a flat gaze at him. \u201cNow, listen. I expect I\u2019ll have to repeat this many times before you can believe me, and at some point you will say to me, \u2018how can you know? how dare you say these things?\u2019 and I will tell you. But for now, listen. You believe it was your fault. You think, if I\u2019d never left the Institute. If we\u2019d never got close. If I\u2019d protected her better. A thousand ifs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was not your fault. There are a thousand ifs on her side, on their side. By regretting it so, you demean her choice. You reduce her to nothing more than a thing, an object.\u201d Summer put a hand under Victor\u2019s chin. \u201cThe hardest lesson is this: shit \/happens\/. You cannot choose for others. Her or them.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Victor stared at her, shocked into silence. He\u2019d spent a majority of his life believing it as his fault what happened to Claire. He was a stubborn man too, which didn\u2019t help. He looked down and sighed, shocked when Summer said he was reducing her to an object. \u201cI-I..\u201d He swallowed then tried to speak again. \u201cIt won\u2019t happen again, Summer, I promise. Just\u2026I\u2019m going to need your help ok?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cWell, of course.\u201d Her tone was matter-of-fact. \u201cTrust me when I say I\u2019ve been there. But the liquor isn\u2019t going to make you forget the way you want to \u2014 you\u2019re the only person who can do that. And all I can do is take the edge off.\u201d She pursed her lips, looking at him. \u201cI\u2019m going to find your kitchen, and you are going to finish up here, and go to bed. I\u2019ll be right behind you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Victor nodded, \u201ckitchen\u2019s downstairs, hang a left, it\u2019s an open layout down there so it shouldn\u2019t be too hard to find. I\u2019ll only be a few more minutes up here. Bedroom\u2019s just down this hall.\u201d His voice was quiet then he gingerly poured water over his head. \u201cI\u2019m sorry but if you wouldn\u2019t mind bringing a little snack up with you when you come back to the room?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“That’s the idea. You’ll want it when I release the painblock.” Summer rose to her feet, hair tumbling around her shoulders. She stooped again to kiss him on the forehead before striding out of the room. She was a bit bemused by the size of the house, actually; or more correctly, the ordinariness of it. But then, she supposed, he’d almost certainly simply bought whatever caught his eye, without thinking — well, alright, the things Victor might want out of a home weren’t the same as what she wanted. And she’d less than no business thinking right now of what they might want together.<\/p>\n

A quick rummage among various cabinets and in the fridge yielded crackers, peanut butter, and a pitcher, which she filled with water. Anything else he might want, she’d come back down and get. She headed back up to the bedroom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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