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Did Josh Just Literally Leap at Faith?
Feb. 25th, 2017 11:46 amThey all leave.
If Rebecca were to analyze the situation in all the ways Dr Akopian wishes she would, it's no surprise that she's here. After all, her mother isn't. And as much as she resents that strange, spiteful woman, it's a fact that Naomi Bunch had stood by her when no one else had. When her father had left, when she'd failed an exam or, yes, burned down an apartment, she'd never truly been alone.
But right now, standing here in this ridiculous dress while dozens of people gawk at the worst moment of her life, she feels alone. And so heavy, like she could take a dive right off this cliff into the rocky seas below if a breeze were to just drift on by.
She sings to herself all day.
She won't get to dance with her father today. Really, it was always going to be too good to be true. He was the knight in shining armour as long as he was kept at a distance, the closer he got the more she'd see the flaws in the metal. The fingerprints all over, the lazily soldered seams.
It's my fault they don't love me.
She's the common denominator. Her father, Josh, Greg. Robert. How did she expect to survive all of these months in West Covina without him coming up? Especially after the whole arson deal which––
(Actually, that time it wasn't her fault. For once, she was trying to bury her past. It's not her fault that it insisted on coming back in literal flames. She can't be blamed for everything, can she?)
It's my fault they don't love me.
So much for starting fresh. So much for being a hero in her own story.
Tearing her eyes away from the rocky below, Rebecca glances back at the gathering. Her wedding guests. Paula, Valencia, Heather, Nathaniel. Then her father. The shame in his eyes.
He'd only wanted money.
The thought of that somehow forces a laughter to bubble up in Rebecca's throat and she turns to look back out at the horizon again when she sees it's shifted. It's lighter, somehow, and she's not up so high.
It's happening again.
It's my fault they don't love me.
If Rebecca were to analyze the situation in all the ways Dr Akopian wishes she would, it's no surprise that she's here. After all, her mother isn't. And as much as she resents that strange, spiteful woman, it's a fact that Naomi Bunch had stood by her when no one else had. When her father had left, when she'd failed an exam or, yes, burned down an apartment, she'd never truly been alone.
But right now, standing here in this ridiculous dress while dozens of people gawk at the worst moment of her life, she feels alone. And so heavy, like she could take a dive right off this cliff into the rocky seas below if a breeze were to just drift on by.
She sings to herself all day.
It's my fault they don't love me.
She's the common denominator. Her father, Josh, Greg. Robert. How did she expect to survive all of these months in West Covina without him coming up? Especially after the whole arson deal which––
(Actually, that time it wasn't her fault. For once, she was trying to bury her past. It's not her fault that it insisted on coming back in literal flames. She can't be blamed for everything, can she?)
It's my fault they don't love me.
So much for starting fresh. So much for being a hero in her own story.
Tearing her eyes away from the rocky below, Rebecca glances back at the gathering. Her wedding guests. Paula, Valencia, Heather, Nathaniel. Then her father. The shame in his eyes.
He'd only wanted money.
The thought of that somehow forces a laughter to bubble up in Rebecca's throat and she turns to look back out at the horizon again when she sees it's shifted. It's lighter, somehow, and she's not up so high.
It's happening again.
It's my fault they don't love me.
