Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to their respective owners. I am not making any money off this, so please don't sue.
A/N: This was the first fanfiction I ever wrote. As of today it is still unfinished. I started it in March of 2003. I realize that means it has been almost 10 years and this story is still not complete. However, I have recently started writing on it again, and decided to edit the chapters that had been posted so far. If you are willing to bear with me, I am still hopeful that this story will be finished some day.
Until then, I leave you with the updated version and hope you will enjoy (re-)reading what is there.
Sabby
CATEGORY: Angst/Drama
Rating: R
Chapter 1 ~ Goodbye
She lowered her left hand to the table and the quiet clink of metal touching wood rang with deafening clarity. When she took her hand away, her wedding ring was lying on the table, the stark contrast of the shining gold band to the dark mahogany wood mocking with its symbolism.
"I never meant it to end this way, and I'm sorry. If you ever decide to turn back into the man I love more than my life, let me know." her voice, though tinged with sadness still held determination.
Chloe looked him in the eyes and Lex could see that they were brimming with tears that she refused to shed. She was still the proud woman she always had been, the woman he loved more than anything else; the woman who was now leaving him.
She turned away and walked to the large doors on the opposite side of the room. When her hand rested on the door handle she stopped. He saw her lifting her chin up and taking a deep breath. Without turning around to face him she spoke her final words. Her voice carried clear and steady over the silence.
"Goodbye, Alexander." She opened the door in a swift movement and closed it behind her with a low click, walking out of his life forever. Through the doors he could hear the noise of her heels echoing down the hallway quickening in rhythm until it faded away into silence.
Lex was in a daze as he walked over to a small cabinet to the left side of the panorama window behind him and poured himself a drink. With the glass in his hand he turned back to the window looking down on the driveway beneath him. He watched her coming out of the main door and get into the back of a taxi. She didn't even look up to the window, probably knowing he would be standing there, watching her leave.
Closing his eyes, as the taxi pulled out of the driveway, he raised the glass to his lips and downed the rather large amount of liquor in one gulp.
Without opening his eyes he turned in a fast half circle and threw the glass forcefully in whatever direction it might go. He heard the high pitched crash as it collided with the wall next to the entrance of his office. But the damage failed to have the satisfying effect he had sought.
In a sudden burst of fury he gave his leather chair a vicious kick, watching it crash and skid over the hardwood until it banged into the armoire. With an animal like scream he swiped his arm across the desktop, sending everything on top of it flying to the floor. He reveled in the scattering papers and the loud crash of his laptop as it split to pieces. He needed the noise to drown out the sounds that had shattered his heart; her ring hitting the desk and her voice telling him 'goodbye' with the finality of death.
Screaming again he started pacing blindly through the room, running his shaking hands over his head. In the middle of the room he stopped dead, pressing both hands over his face, to prevent the sobs that were choking him. Breathing hard, his chest heaving, he tried to get his emotions under control. His hands fell to his sides as he slowly inhaled through his nose before he turned around to face the mess he had made of his office.
Around the heavy mahogany table, dozens of papers lay scattered on the floor and to the left side of it lay his laptop in shards. With a humorless laugh he looked up to the desktop. There, on the polished surface still lay the simple platinum band. Unlike everything else, he hadn't brushed it away during his tantrum. It had slipped further from the edge and into the middle of the desk. He stalked over to the table with a determined stride, stopped before it and stared at the ring, still not able, not willing to believe that this was it. She had finally left him. Left him and walked out of his life like every other person he had ever loved.