Lana
I can remember it like it was yesterday. The dinners, the dates, the long night in front of the fire…The sex. Everything was perfect, and nothing could bring me down. Nothing.
Except for her.
I went over to Lex's like I usually did. It was around nine o'clock in the evening and he knew I was on my way. When I walked into his office, there was a small round table set for two in front of the fire. Two settings, perfect candle light and a tall bottle of expensive wine.
When Lex walked in, I was so happy…For about two seconds. Then she walked in, a martini in her hand.
Lex had forgotten all about our plans for dinner. He instead was having plans with Helen, the new doctor at Smallville General. I didn't know what to do. Lex just starred at me, so unlike his usual self. And her, well she was smiling. So instead of staying, I ran.
I ran All the way home through the pouring rain. I'm glad it rained that night though. That way Chloe couldn't tell I'd been crying.
Lex pretended like nothing had ever happened between us. He never mentioned that night, nor did I ever receive an explanation from him. He pretended that we were simply business partners and nothing more… Not even friends.
That's when I decided to sell the Talon. Lex had already sold me his half (Helen convinced him it was a wasted investment I'm sure). Over the next 2 years I saved every paycheck I got out of the place. On my 18th birthday, I sold it to some guy from Metropolis.
That's how I ended up here. I packed up and moved my life to Metropolis, away from everything Smallville. Away from Lex and Helen.
Now as I sit on the balcony, the breeze lightly blowing through my hair, I think about it. I don't know why, it just came to me. The beautiful lights of the city at night light up my eyes and remind me of him. Or maybe it's just the memories of being with someone like Lex. I miss him.
"Time for bed." I say aloud, pulling the robe closer to my figure as I walk inside. The bed is so warm… Like it use to be with Lex. Except now the deep maroon silk sheets are sans from the bed, right along with the musky scent of his cologne.
The Three and a half years I've spent in Metropolis have been nothing but business. Now 21, I can drink freely and go clubbing whenever I like. Except I don't because I have no want or need to go out and have fun.
But something feels different tonight. So instead of going to bed, I slip out of my robe and get dressed. I have no clue where I'm going, I just take off.
Somehow my feet have taken me to a small little restaurant on Main Street. Mario's it's called. Very original for an Italian place…
The inside of the restaurant is pretty empty, only a few couples eating here and there… One just sitting there staring at the wall, like he's depressed.
The waitress seats me not to far away from that wall as well. Do I look depressed to? Am I like him…Have I nothing better to do than sit in some wannabe Italian restaurant feeling sorry for myself? Maybe.
I haven't had a chance to order anything yet, but the waitress brings me a Manhattan…One of the strongest drinks there is.
"Thank you," I tell her, wondering why she's bringing me drinks I haven't ordered.
"Thank him," she replies, pointing towards the depressed man, his back still turned to me.
I smile at the waitress and sip the drink. Not bad, I think. Whoever he is, he has good taste.
"Lana."
I smell a familiar scent behind me. The smell of musk and silk sheets. When I look over my shoulder, I don't see who I expect. Instead the depressed man from the corner is standing there, his eyes red and puffy, the smell of a strong liquor lingering on his breathe.
"Lex…"
I can remember it like it was yesterday. The dinners, the dates, the long night in front of the fire…The sex. Everything was perfect, and nothing could bring me down. Nothing.
Except for her.
I went over to Lex's like I usually did. It was around nine o'clock in the evening and he knew I was on my way. When I walked into his office, there was a small round table set for two in front of the fire. Two settings, perfect candle light and a tall bottle of expensive wine.
When Lex walked in, I was so happy…For about two seconds. Then she walked in, a martini in her hand.
Lex had forgotten all about our plans for dinner. He instead was having plans with Helen, the new doctor at Smallville General. I didn't know what to do. Lex just starred at me, so unlike his usual self. And her, well she was smiling. So instead of staying, I ran.
I ran All the way home through the pouring rain. I'm glad it rained that night though. That way Chloe couldn't tell I'd been crying.
Lex pretended like nothing had ever happened between us. He never mentioned that night, nor did I ever receive an explanation from him. He pretended that we were simply business partners and nothing more… Not even friends.
That's when I decided to sell the Talon. Lex had already sold me his half (Helen convinced him it was a wasted investment I'm sure). Over the next 2 years I saved every paycheck I got out of the place. On my 18th birthday, I sold it to some guy from Metropolis.
That's how I ended up here. I packed up and moved my life to Metropolis, away from everything Smallville. Away from Lex and Helen.
Now as I sit on the balcony, the breeze lightly blowing through my hair, I think about it. I don't know why, it just came to me. The beautiful lights of the city at night light up my eyes and remind me of him. Or maybe it's just the memories of being with someone like Lex. I miss him.
"Time for bed." I say aloud, pulling the robe closer to my figure as I walk inside. The bed is so warm… Like it use to be with Lex. Except now the deep maroon silk sheets are sans from the bed, right along with the musky scent of his cologne.
The Three and a half years I've spent in Metropolis have been nothing but business. Now 21, I can drink freely and go clubbing whenever I like. Except I don't because I have no want or need to go out and have fun.
But something feels different tonight. So instead of going to bed, I slip out of my robe and get dressed. I have no clue where I'm going, I just take off.
Somehow my feet have taken me to a small little restaurant on Main Street. Mario's it's called. Very original for an Italian place…
The inside of the restaurant is pretty empty, only a few couples eating here and there… One just sitting there staring at the wall, like he's depressed.
The waitress seats me not to far away from that wall as well. Do I look depressed to? Am I like him…Have I nothing better to do than sit in some wannabe Italian restaurant feeling sorry for myself? Maybe.
I haven't had a chance to order anything yet, but the waitress brings me a Manhattan…One of the strongest drinks there is.
"Thank you," I tell her, wondering why she's bringing me drinks I haven't ordered.
"Thank him," she replies, pointing towards the depressed man, his back still turned to me.
I smile at the waitress and sip the drink. Not bad, I think. Whoever he is, he has good taste.
"Lana."
I smell a familiar scent behind me. The smell of musk and silk sheets. When I look over my shoulder, I don't see who I expect. Instead the depressed man from the corner is standing there, his eyes red and puffy, the smell of a strong liquor lingering on his breathe.
"Lex…"