{"id":3707,"date":"2018-08-31T00:00:12","date_gmt":"2018-08-31T04:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3707"},"modified":"2018-08-30T20:01:24","modified_gmt":"2018-08-31T00:01:24","slug":"forty-five-01-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3707","title":{"rendered":"Forty-five – 01"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

I watched the sun come up from the wall near the Wild Hunt\u2019s encampment, Lin cradled against my chest, the scent of rain on the wind, lingering from the night before. The grass was still damp with rain from the night before, sparkling in the first rays of dawn. I hummed softly to my son as I stared at the sky, watched as the sun painted it in pinks and purples and oranges and golds. It would probably rain again soon, but for now, there was nothing.<\/p>\n

That was fine.<\/p>\n

My sleep had been restless, though it hadn\u2019t been because of the storm. Thom had noticed, tried to reassure me that all would be well, but all I had to do was look at the dark shadows under his eyes and the paleness of his face in the lamplight and every feeling of worry and unease that he tried to allay came flooding back.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s my husband. I love him. I won\u2019t lose him\u2014I can\u2019t, and I won\u2019t.<\/em><\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t told Thom what the visions were about, the ones that had woken me, just that I\u2019d had some. He hadn\u2019t pressed, just held me and whispered that everything would be okay. I wanted to believe him\u2014I wanted to believe him so badly I could taste it. But I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Nothing was that easy anymore.<\/p>\n

How could I tell him that the visions of losing him had come back? How could he not already know that\u2019s what I\u2019d been seeing? Maybe he did and didn\u2019t want to talk about it, didn\u2019t want to make it real<\/em> by talking about it.<\/p>\n

That would be like him, wouldn\u2019t it?<\/em><\/p>\n

Lin\u2019s fingers tangled in my shirt and I realized I\u2019d stopped humming. Tears lay wet against my cheeks and I exhaled a shaky breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, Lin,\u201d I whispered. \u201cSorry, my sweet boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took a shaky breath, wiped my cheeks and eyes with the heel of my hand, and started to sing softly to Lin instead of humming, a song from long ago, one that made a hand tighten around my heart and squeeze<\/em>. It wasn\u2019t one of my songs, but one of Brigh\u00edd\u2019s, though somehow, it just felt right.<\/p>\n

Lin quieted in my arms and I stared at the sun as it started to crest the horizon in the east, the sky pink and red around it, heralding the coming of another storm.<\/p>\n

There was always another storm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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