Lana Lang walked home from the Talon, holding a delicate red
rose. She stared blankly at the door a moment before opening it and going
inside. She found Chloe Sullivan, her friend and "room mate" in the
living room.
"A rose?" Chloe asked.
"Who's it from?" Lana smiled ironically.
"Clark called it his 'pathetic
attempt at apologising,' " she said. Chloe looked at her with a sudden
understanding. Lana had told her that Clark had been kissing another girl when
he was supposed to be with her. What Chloe didnt know was that
the girl was her. Lana planned to keep it that way. She walked up to her
room and closed the door, falling onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, Lana
absently fingered the rose, clutching it tightly. Realizing what she was doing,
she shook her head. Just like I hold to Clark, she thought. Lana felt
the tears welling up again, the pain of betrayal tearing at her heart. How
could he? Clark had always been there for her, protecting her. Then he had
turned around and...stabbed her in the back. Curling into a ball, Lana cried
herself to sleep; the rose did not once slip from her delicate fingers.
