Chapter 11:
Lex was throwing a New Years Eve party at the mansion and everyone was attending. Well almost everyone, his parents had passed on the invitation, telling Clark that they'd prefer to herald the New Year in alone. Clark stood in his loft, in front of the tall mirror and just stared at his reflection. He wore a soft cotton shirt in a gentle sky-blue shade and chino's. He sighed. He was seeing in another New Year alone. He swallowed against the bitterness that rose inside of him.
"Clark?" he spun around and saw her standing at the top of the staircase. His eyes widened in amazement.
"I thought you were a…"
"Dream? No Clark, what you experienced was real, it happened" she stood in front of him, scanned his face and she smiled.
"What are you doing here?" Clark asked. The smile didn't fade.
"Saying goodbye. You know, you made the right decision in coming back. This world needs you Clark, whether you realise it or not but it does" he stared at her, spell-bound.
"How do you know all of this? You haven't even told me your name"
"You know who I am, deep inside here, you know" she placed her hand over his chest, over his heart.
"Clark? You have a minute son?" his father's voice was loud and Clark flinched. He turned his head.
"Sure, be there ina second!" he turned his head back and he was alone, she'd vanished. Wide eyed, he spun around, wondering where she could've gone to so quickly. It was as though she'd never been there in the first place. He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets and they stilled when his fingers came into contact with something solid; something small. He withdrew it and looked at it. It was a ring. It was gold, broad with a round green stone in its centre. He'd seen this ring before, only once before and all of a sudden his breath whooshed out of him and his knees weakened. He sat down on the floor with a heavy thump, staring at the ring in disbelief.
"You know who I am,"her voice whispered through his brain. He frowned and then swallowed, his heart thudding in his chest. He clenched his fist around the ring and shot to his feet. No. This couldn't be right…
"Lara!…Lara!" he shouted and ran into the centre of his den, still calling her name. Silence greeted him; he knew she'd gone. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, ever mindful of the little sob that escaped at the same time. He looked down at the ring again. He closed his fingers around it. Went to see what his father needed him for and wondered all the same…
END.