Clark gazed into her eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. He wanted to
tell her so many stories and so many events that progressed in his life. He
wanted to ask her about everything that had happened since their last night
together,
****
Clark extended his finger to ring the doorbell, but seemed to have a harder time then he thought with his violently trembling hand. When his fingertip was only moments away from making contact with the doorbell, he pulled back. He wanted to make some last minute adjustments, just to make sure everything was in place. Clark looked into the reflection from the window on the door…
"Bowtie is good, CD is in the boom box, flower is still alive, just as Nell promised, her car isn't her…Ok, you can do this." Clark thought to himself.
No superpower of his could possibly help him swallow the slowly growing feeling of nervousness that had started to accumulate the moment he stepped out of pick-up truck.
Clark took one last gulp of air and rang the doorbell.
"No answer…that definitely makes all this worthwhile" Clark whispered to himself sarcastically.
As he was about to turn around…he heard the door slowly creek open.
Lana poked her head through the opening of her door afraid someone might she her in her pajamas.
Clark's ears propped up and a huge smile found its way to his face. Clark turned around and walked up to Lana face to face.
"I knew you couldn't make it to prom, so I thought…"
"Clark…I don't know what to say…"
"I'd bring it to you…"
\****/
He wanted to know any and everything but he couldn't even to manage a single word to slip through his mouth.
As the two stood in absolute silence, Clark tried to work up the courage to somehow break the silence. But what could he possibly say?
With his head faced down, looking at his left foot pointlessly trying to dig through the wooden floor as if looking for a way out of the awkward moment, he asked:
"I…"
Lana with obvious pain and sorrow glazed over her eyes walked over to him and gently placed her finger over his lips. She looked into his eyes and removed her finger just as gently as she first made contact.
SMACK
With all her strength, Lana slapped him across the face.
"I can't believe you have the nerve to come back here again."
"…"
He had so much to tell her. So many things he desperately needed to explain to her. But he didn't want to hurt her anymore then she already was.
"What are you doing here Clark?"
"…"
Lana had so many thoughts racing through her mind. She had fantasized about the very moment that she and he would meet again. She dreamt that Clark would unexpectedly show up when The Talon was finally turned into a cinema theatre, or he would suddenly appear when she gave her graduation speech when she finished four years at Metropolis University, and she had wished so many nights that he would be standing outside waiting to take her away from all the pain and sorrow that filled her life.
With a single tear flowing from her eye, she started to beat Clark with her tiny hands and desperately tried to ascertain an answer
"What are doing here Clark?! Why did you have to show up now…today…" She could feel all her pent up emotions flowing out, she felt herself loosing control. She didn't mean to cry but she felt herself slowing slipping… "Why did you leave me Clark?...I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye…"
Lana hooked her hands onto his shoulders, buried her face into Clark's chest and began to sob. With each tear she felt little pieces of her pain drift away, she felt something she hadn't felt in the longest time. She felt warmth and comfort.
Clark could only observe as Lana poured out her heart and soul to him. He saw how much of her suffering was caused by him. As more of Lana's body leaned into his, he felt an incredible urge to just pick her up and introduce her to the sky, he wanted to take her high enough so that they could touch the moon. But all he could do was put one arm around her waist and place his other hand on her head. As Clark stood there with his broken angel weeping in his arms, he felt something he hadn't felt in the longest time. He felt warmth and comfort.
"You promised you'd never do anything to hurt me Clark…"
"I'm sorry…"
****
Clark extended his finger to ring the doorbell, but seemed to have a harder time then he thought with his violently trembling hand. When his fingertip was only moments away from making contact with the doorbell, he pulled back. He wanted to make some last minute adjustments, just to make sure everything was in place. Clark looked into the reflection from the window on the door…
"Bowtie is good, CD is in the boom box, flower is still alive, just as Nell promised, her car isn't her…Ok, you can do this." Clark thought to himself.
No superpower of his could possibly help him swallow the slowly growing feeling of nervousness that had started to accumulate the moment he stepped out of pick-up truck.
Clark took one last gulp of air and rang the doorbell.
"No answer…that definitely makes all this worthwhile" Clark whispered to himself sarcastically.
As he was about to turn around…he heard the door slowly creek open.
Lana poked her head through the opening of her door afraid someone might she her in her pajamas.
Clark's ears propped up and a huge smile found its way to his face. Clark turned around and walked up to Lana face to face.
"I knew you couldn't make it to prom, so I thought…"
"Clark…I don't know what to say…"
"I'd bring it to you…"
\****/
He wanted to know any and everything but he couldn't even to manage a single word to slip through his mouth.
As the two stood in absolute silence, Clark tried to work up the courage to somehow break the silence. But what could he possibly say?
With his head faced down, looking at his left foot pointlessly trying to dig through the wooden floor as if looking for a way out of the awkward moment, he asked:
"I…"
Lana with obvious pain and sorrow glazed over her eyes walked over to him and gently placed her finger over his lips. She looked into his eyes and removed her finger just as gently as she first made contact.
SMACK
With all her strength, Lana slapped him across the face.
"I can't believe you have the nerve to come back here again."
"…"
He had so much to tell her. So many things he desperately needed to explain to her. But he didn't want to hurt her anymore then she already was.
"What are you doing here Clark?"
"…"
Lana had so many thoughts racing through her mind. She had fantasized about the very moment that she and he would meet again. She dreamt that Clark would unexpectedly show up when The Talon was finally turned into a cinema theatre, or he would suddenly appear when she gave her graduation speech when she finished four years at Metropolis University, and she had wished so many nights that he would be standing outside waiting to take her away from all the pain and sorrow that filled her life.
With a single tear flowing from her eye, she started to beat Clark with her tiny hands and desperately tried to ascertain an answer
"What are doing here Clark?! Why did you have to show up now…today…" She could feel all her pent up emotions flowing out, she felt herself loosing control. She didn't mean to cry but she felt herself slowing slipping… "Why did you leave me Clark?...I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye…"
Lana hooked her hands onto his shoulders, buried her face into Clark's chest and began to sob. With each tear she felt little pieces of her pain drift away, she felt something she hadn't felt in the longest time. She felt warmth and comfort.
Clark could only observe as Lana poured out her heart and soul to him. He saw how much of her suffering was caused by him. As more of Lana's body leaned into his, he felt an incredible urge to just pick her up and introduce her to the sky, he wanted to take her high enough so that they could touch the moon. But all he could do was put one arm around her waist and place his other hand on her head. As Clark stood there with his broken angel weeping in his arms, he felt something he hadn't felt in the longest time. He felt warmth and comfort.
"You promised you'd never do anything to hurt me Clark…"
"I'm sorry…"