Epilogue
Lightning lit up a section of Metropolis sky – just for a millisecond – before it was plunged into relative darkness. The city itself exuded a brilliance that neither night nor rain could dampen. The lights of the buildings, streets and cars created a sort of glow around the massive place that almost made it look like a blessed haven. And as she stared on, she could not help but think better of it. Really, it had been so long.
A comforting hand was placed on her shoulder and she, distracted from the spectacular view of her old home, looked at one of her companions. In her gaze was the fathomless love – one that could not be diminished.
"Love," he murmured into her ear before placing a chaste kiss
(that held the world and so much more)
upon her forehead. "You should come inside or you'll catch a cold."
An almost imperceptible nod – she knew. But she looked out again to stare at the dark landscape. So like her – so like her.
Another kiss was placed upon her form – at the base of her neck; a plea transformed into a touch. She smiled. He worried so much about her – worried about little things now; lacked focusing on the larger issues at hand.
She loved him.
Oh, how she loved him for it – for everything. For always being there despite the difficulties that she was faced with in the past – was still faced with now.
No, she wasn't quite whole yet – not quite whole at all. But the memories – they came like flashes of light in the darkness – like lightning upon the darkened city that was now showing brilliantly with tiny artificial lights.
So like her – so like her.
She turned into him then – turned into the warmth of him and breathed deeply as he reciprocated her embrace – conjured precious memories that she had remembered – memories of a man of stone; a man who transformed into bamboo with the nurturing base of his family's love. Hard winds blew – battering him; wanting to break him – but he merely leaned and persisted.
She loved him.
"Let's go inside, Lex," she murmured against him.
Like one entity they moved – found their child – her brother; the third and equally important part of the family puzzle – waiting for them with ceaseless energy.
The little boy watched them come towards him– extended the hand in his mind to the door that he had been so scared to reach for these past months. Liquid blue in his mind was suspended in the air for a moment – ready to fall; ready to resound inside him…
But he found that the door was ajar – and the people on the other side welcomed him; he could feel what they felt inside; felt their fingers slide onto his palm. And he grasped it – tightly for a moment then in happy looseness.
Liquid blue dissipated – no trace of it to be found. It was as if it never existed.
FIN