'I'm too late, I'm too late' it was the only thought that crossed my mind as she sat there still as a picture, eyes and mind closed to me and the world around her.
It was the same old thing, saving the day with a smile (sometimes one or two kitties in trees) spending days on end away from her, nothing was different until I found my way home and saw everything that I had missed.
While I was off saving the day, she was here, needing me to save her (Oliver, Oliver Queen how stupid are you?).
The quiet haunts the room as I ask for forgiveness.
I search for life in the corners of her gray eyes (look in them and see nothing), praying for that little smile to come up and show her shining teeth.
"Lana, can you hear me? I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."
Tears come crying for someone that's not there, she's not my Lana smiling her little smile at me, she's just a shell that breathes and stares at her loved ones without one bit of a smile (I don't see you, I see you).
"I'm going to fix you."
It wasn't a false fact that I used to make myself feel better, no, it was something I was going to make fact and soon because I wasn't going to be forgiven until I hear her voice and see her lips smiling back at me ('Oliver is that you?').
I was going to fix her, not Clark Kent, me.
