Present-first chapter
Five years earlier
My eyes opened and then quickly shut keeping out the bright morning light. I hated when she left the balcony blinds opened. I only put it up with it because she loved to watch the moon at nights and I loved that look on her face as she did. I yawned and reached over to the other side of the bed for my beloved. "Lana" I whispered hoping she was still in the room and could hear me. When I realized she wasn't there I searched the lengths of the huge master bedroom for her.
In my boxers I walked out into the kitchen area for her. "Lana?" She didn't leave a note on the refrigerator like usual when she went shopping or out with friends. Breakfast caught my eye in the nook. I sat myself down and unfolded my napkin. A note fluttered to the floor with Lex written eloquently on it. It was her handwriting. She had done this style before, two years ago, when she left me. She ripped my heart out and handed it to me on a silver platter. I wasn't gonna let it happen again. So I grabbed the letter, took to the kitchen sink and burned it. Thus trying to burn her from my memory, but Lex Luthor can never forget Lana Lang. She would return …someday.
Today
I watched her walk down the street weaving in and out like a common metropolitan. She had her expensive suit coat leisurely thrown over her shoulder and her purse almost dragging on the ground. I'd have to tell her later that wasn't smart with pick-pocketers around. My eyes traveled down her low dipping dress shirt down her just long enough at the knees skirt to her shoes and back up. Nothing of the fifteen year-old still existed even the twenty year old.
Now she was twenty five a woman in her own right. I followed her closely but not to closely or she'd realize who I was and beat me with her purse. She walked with less bounce now she seemed tied down, why? But she also had confidence something Lana Lang princess fairy never had much at least to show. Bridgette and the others could never replace her. I think about her constantly even when I'm with Bridgette. I know its wrong but I can't help it.
Suitors of Lana Lang are bribed or threatened away. Except one, Clark Kent she's seeing him more often. At least that's what the detective says. It's wrong to have someone follow her but she left me and I have to protect her. But her seeing Clark Kent more means I have to make my presence known soon. She's not meant to be the farm's boy's wife. But I will never be Lana's true love that restricted spot is reserved for that same damn farm boy that I've tried to befriend a million times and more. He seems to hate me after Lana showed interest in me, to bad is all I say. Now she's stopped at a daycare. A small boy runs out and wraps his arms around her legs. She smiles at him and how the to continue to interact makes me realize one conclusion. Lana has a son.