Part three- I'm Not Going Anywhere
Lana and Clark were walking through the park, fingers entwined, when Lana finally asked the question that she had been dying to ask for the longest time.
"So, what are you thinking about?" She asked, hoping for a truthful answer.
"How much I love you and how I'd feel if you didn't love me anymore." Whoa. That was completely unexpected. There were times when Lana felt as though she could read Clark like a book, every emotion, every thought displayed clearly for her to see. But there were also times when he got so distant she could barely understand. Right now was a time like the latter.
"Clark, I'm not going anywhere." Lana said softly. "Not now, not ever." It had the desired effect, he noticeably relaxed. "Now, what is it you want to tell me?" She asked, waiting to see if he might help her unravel the mystery that is Clark Kent.
"Ask me any question and I will give you a truthful answer. Any question at all."
Lana gulped; she certainly hadn't been expecting that. So that's why he had been acting so strangely. In the back of her mind, a little voice was saying 'Now you can finally find out what happened the day the tornado hit.' Another little voice interjected with an equally powerful thought. 'Do you really want to know?'
Did she?
Lana and Clark were walking through the park, fingers entwined, when Lana finally asked the question that she had been dying to ask for the longest time.
"So, what are you thinking about?" She asked, hoping for a truthful answer.
"How much I love you and how I'd feel if you didn't love me anymore." Whoa. That was completely unexpected. There were times when Lana felt as though she could read Clark like a book, every emotion, every thought displayed clearly for her to see. But there were also times when he got so distant she could barely understand. Right now was a time like the latter.
"Clark, I'm not going anywhere." Lana said softly. "Not now, not ever." It had the desired effect, he noticeably relaxed. "Now, what is it you want to tell me?" She asked, waiting to see if he might help her unravel the mystery that is Clark Kent.
"Ask me any question and I will give you a truthful answer. Any question at all."
Lana gulped; she certainly hadn't been expecting that. So that's why he had been acting so strangely. In the back of her mind, a little voice was saying 'Now you can finally find out what happened the day the tornado hit.' Another little voice interjected with an equally powerful thought. 'Do you really want to know?'
Did she?