It was the coldest winter on record for the last twenty or so years. The snow had started to fall in November and hadn't really stopped and now we were quickly approaching Christmas. I shivered a little as I pulled the collar of my coat higher against my neck in a feeble attempt to retain some of my almost non-existent body heat. I silently wondered to myself how people lived comfortably in Alaska, I'd rather have a sandy beach and a cosmopolitan any day of the week.
Glancing down at my watch I inwardly cursed. He was late or even worse, a no show. Sighing in frustration I turned on my heel and attempted to walk away only to find myself smashing straight into the broad chest of the very man I had been waiting for.
"Clark, you're only a half hour late."
I started to march forward, not waiting to see if he was following. Any annoyance I had felt moments ago evaporated the moment I looked into those puppy dog eyes, but I wasn't about to let him know that.
"Lois, I'm sorry I got caught up…"
I turned to face him, stopping him in his tracks. I wanted to sound mad, furious even, but I couldn't quite alter the shameful tone of disappointment that betrayed my façade.
"Save it Smallville, I don't want or need your apologies, I understand that you have better things to do."
I chanced looking at his face and was a little surprised to see his expression falter slightly before the words left his lips.
"Lois, it isn't like that. I promise, I would never keep you waiting deliberately"
I shook my head sadly. Oh how badly I wished that was true, I had wanted for so long to be his priority, to be the reason for his dorky smile. Heck I'd even settle for playing more than a cameo in his life story. But Clark wasn't interested; he made that blatantly obvious in his countless excuses and apologies. It was time that I realised that I was chasing somebody that doesn't exist and move on.
It was then that I realised Clark was staring at me with obvious concern, no doubt waiting for an answer, something that told him he was forgiven until the next time he handed me an excuse.
"Clark, it's okay. I'm going home, I think I'm getting frostbite. I'll call you in the morning."
I turned before I could see the flash of pain in his eyes and I started to walk faster so that he wouldn't hear the sobs that were forming rapidly in my chest. No, me and Clark Kent weren't destined to be together.
