{"id":31305,"date":"2013-01-04T04:58:39","date_gmt":"2013-01-04T04:58:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/01\/04\/falling-3\/"},"modified":"2013-01-04T04:58:39","modified_gmt":"2013-01-04T04:58:39","slug":"falling-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/01\/04\/falling-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Falling"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Summer was silent for a long moment wen he stopped talking. \u201cTen years ago, yes? More. And as vivid as the day it happened,\u201d she said finally. \u201cWhy do you cut yourself on it?\u201d She looked around the room, searching for a candle, but gave up after a moment, turning back to Victor. \u201cIs that the worst of it?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cStill just as vivid as the day it happened. She was the first person to show me any sort of kindness. She was the first person I loved and somehow she loved me back. She was also the first person that died because of me, because of what I am. And how did I repay her? I put her down like a dog.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cIt haunts me that I didn\u2019t do anything to stop it. I could\u2019ve killed the bastards from the Institute years earlier but I didn\u2019t. I tried to pretend none of it had ever happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that\u2019s the worst of it. After that, I started drinking heavily. I was drowning, almost literally in my regret. A drink felt like the only thing that worked to make me not think. I finally kicked it, with the help of some friends at the time. This is the first time I\u2019ve had so much in a long time.\u201d He trailed off for a moment and then looked to Summer to try to see what she was looking for.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\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

“Well, of course.” Her tone was matter-of-fact. “Trust me when I say I’ve been there. But the liquor isn’t going to make you forget the way you want to — you’re the only person who can do that. And all I can do is take the edge off.” She pursed her lips, looking at him. “I’m going to find your kitchen, and you are going to finish up here, and go to bed. I’ll be right behind you.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

iamvictor-roth: iamthefirechild: iamvictor-roth: iamthefirechild: Summer was silent for a long moment wen he stopped talking. \u201cTen years ago, yes? More. And as vivid as the day it happened,\u201d she said finally. \u201cWhy do you cut yourself on it?\u201d She looked around the room, searching for a candle, but gave up after a moment, turning back … Continue reading Falling<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,1052,3228,3731],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31305"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31305"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31305\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31305"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}