{"id":3588,"date":"2018-05-07T00:00:24","date_gmt":"2018-05-07T04:00:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3588"},"modified":"2018-05-06T18:33:47","modified_gmt":"2018-05-06T22:33:47","slug":"thirty-seven-05-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3588","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-seven – 05"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cMar,\u201d Phelan started gently. I looked away, squeezing my eyes shut. He fell silent, then exhaled before he started again. \u201cCome on. Talk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t lose him,\u201d I whispered, the words barely escaping my throat. \u201cI can\u2019t, Phelan\u2014I won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the space of a few heartbeats, Phelan was silent. It was just as well\u2014I\u2019m not sure I would have heard anything he\u2019d have said. I was too busy seeing a replay of those old visions in my mind\u2019s eye, seeing Thom pale-faced and wasting, weakened and slipping beyond my reach.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t let him die. I can\u2019t. I can\u2019t lose him. Not today, not tomorrow\u2014not ever. I can\u2019t.<\/em><\/p>\n

All the other visions I\u2019d had didn\u2019t ease the fear. Things could change. I knew that, now. Everything he and I saw\u2014it wasn\u2019t written in stone, it wasn\u2019t certain to happen.<\/p>\n

But enough things were<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d Phelan asked softly. His arms closed around me again and I shuddered, swallowing back the bile rising in my throat. Thunder growled in the distance, though nearer.<\/p>\n

It wouldn\u2019t be long now.<\/p>\n

I shook my head hard. Words wouldn\u2019t come; they stuck in my throat, threatened to choke me. His arms tightened slightly around me.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeann\u00e1n<\/em>,\u201d he whispered. \u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shuddered, pressing my forehead hard against his shoulder, gulping in air before I managed to make words. \u201cThom,\u201d I whispered. \u201cIt\u2019s Thom. I can\u2019t\u2014I\u2019m afraid\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He went rigid, then his arms grew tighter. \u201cNo. No, he\u2019ll be all right, leann\u00e1n<\/em>, I promise. I swear to you, he will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know that,\u201d I breathed. \u201cHow can you be sure? I\u2014I\u2019m seeing\u2014Phelan, they\u2019ve started again<\/em>. And he\u2019s sick and we don\u2019t know why<\/em>. Maybe\u2014maybe it\u2019s something that\u2019s meant to happen no matter what, the reasons just become different. But I\u2014I can\u2019t lose him.\u201d I was sobbing, talking around gasps and hiccups that I couldn\u2019t stop. The tears just kept on coming and it felt like there was a giant hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing it hard. \u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t,\u201d he said softly. \u201cI promise you\u2014you won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] \u201cMar,\u201d Phelan started gently. I looked away, squeezing my eyes shut. He fell silent, then exhaled before he started again. \u201cCome on. Talk to me.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t lose him,\u201d I whispered, the … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[240,289,14],"tags":[150,171,170,152,149,173,148,168,147,165,146],"class_list":["post-3588","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-6","category-chapter-37-book-6","category-story","tag-awakenings","tag-fantasy","tag-fiction","tag-marin-astoris","tag-original-fiction","tag-phelan-ocredne","tag-post-apocalyptic","tag-serial","tag-serial-fiction","tag-story","tag-web-fiction"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EBlN-VS","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3588","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3588"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3588\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3589,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3588\/revisions\/3589"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3588"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3588"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3588"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}