Just a drabbley-oneshot thing, kinda angsty but quite short. Ties into "The Life And Times Of Alyssa Mars". Hope you like it! No flames, please!
Despite her youth, she seemed to understand what was happening. The woman looked down at the child. Ebony locks framed a pale face, and a tiny hand curled around her mother's fingers, small face filled with worry. Impossible intelligence filled those beautiful blue eyes, so like his eyes that the woman could barely look at them for guilt. And yet she could hardly tear her gaze away, as she cradled the child in her arms. Visions of another life filled her mind. A happier life.
A raven-haired woman walked gracefully up the aisle, where a tall, handsome man greeted her. He seemed to change constantly, from a proud, stoic hero in a red and blue suit, to a goofy looking man in glasses and a tuxedo whose love and dedication filled her heart with joy. The one thing that didn't change was the look of elation on her soon-to-be husbands face, so brilliant it practically glowed.
The image faded to a large apartment, in a small, colourful room with a white cradle and a mobile hanging from the ceiling. The goofy man held her around her waist, and they both looked down at the dark-haired baby curled contentedly in the cradle.
The woman was at work, and her husband, smiling at her, placed a coffee on her desk. Grinning and nodding in thanks, she turned back to her computer, only to feel a tug at her sleeve. She looked down to see a girl of about five looking up at her with cobalt eyes. Laughing, she pulled her daughter onto her lap and answered the millions of questions that escaped the girl's pale pink lips.
The man and his wife entered their apartment to find their thirteen-year-old daughter sprawled on the floor, papers all around. She was having trouble with her homework. Her mother lent down and picked up one of the papers and started explaining its contents…
She shook her head. Her daydream was pointless. He was gone, and she couldn't raise a child by herself. Besides, it was better this way, for her and the child.
The baby was silent, but her eyes glistened with real tears.
Lois Lane handed over her only daughter and walked away.
She never looked back.
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