Trippett
04-17-2009, 03:39 PM
Clark sighed as he picked at the splintered edges of the barn’s first level hatch door. He’d gotten a phone call from his on-again off-again girlfriend Lana Lang asking if she could come over to talk, so she’d be there any minute.
From Clark’s vantage point, the sun could be seen slowly sliding down the horizon; making way for the dark night ahead. Clark’s head twisted to listen as he picked up on the feint sound of a vehicle door slamming shut, and then high heels clicking on the pavement outside.
He turned and leaned back against the hatch as Lana made her way into his vision, walking slowly up the wooden steps. He smiled at her as she finally came to a standstill in front of him.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Clark.” She said, brushing a long strand of her brunette hair out of her face and behind her right ear.
Clark pushed away from the hatch and walked closer to her.
“So, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He asked, running a hand through his own dark locks.
Lana sighed heavily, and stared at Clark for a few seconds, before replying.
“Clark, I’ve decided I’m leaving Smallville.” She said in a small voice, as she looked away from him to the table, off to the side.
Clark blinked slightly, as he opened and closed his mouth. He watched her posture and expression quietly, before nodding.
“There’s really nothing left to say, is there?” He asked finally with a gentle shrug. “By the looks of things, you’ve already made up your mind.” He stated.
She nodded, her small hand going up to cover her mouth. “I’m coming back, Clark. I just don’t know when.” She said, tears in her eyes. “I need to go and find myself, and I think Paris is the perfect place to do that...”
Clark frowned slightly, “Lana...”
“No, Listen Clark.” She said, pleading with him. “With everything that’s happened here, I’m...I’m becoming someone else, someone I don’t want to be. When I look into the mirror, I don’t recognize the face looking back at me, anymore! When I’m with you is the only time I feel how I always want to feel...” She stressed to him.
Clark nodded again. “I know. I’ve noticed.” He said sadly, gazing at her. “I’ll let you go. When you see what you need to see; when you find you, come back to me?” He asked, stepping closer to her and enfolding her in his large arms.
Lana melted into him and began sobbing into his chest, nodding vehemently, “Of course; I’m doing this for us...” She mumbled.
Clark smiled into her hair slightly, before whispering to her, “I know.
I can’t get close if you’re not really there...”
She giggled and blew out a small breath, before carrying on reciting a fraction of the poem they made together.
“...I can’t get inside if there’s no soul there...”
Clark nodded and kissed her softly on the head. “Take your time...” He said, softly, “I won’t go anywhere.”
Lana looked up at him and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Thank you for understanding...It means a lot.”
He chuckled slightly, wrapping her back into a hug. “I’ll picture you with the wind in your hair, on top of the Eiffel Tower.” He told her, “I’ll keep your things right where you left them. I’ll be here for you.” He said, closing his eyes as he tried memorizing her presence.
“I love you so much, Clark.”
“I know, I love you too.”
From Clark’s vantage point, the sun could be seen slowly sliding down the horizon; making way for the dark night ahead. Clark’s head twisted to listen as he picked up on the feint sound of a vehicle door slamming shut, and then high heels clicking on the pavement outside.
He turned and leaned back against the hatch as Lana made her way into his vision, walking slowly up the wooden steps. He smiled at her as she finally came to a standstill in front of him.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Clark.” She said, brushing a long strand of her brunette hair out of her face and behind her right ear.
Clark pushed away from the hatch and walked closer to her.
“So, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He asked, running a hand through his own dark locks.
Lana sighed heavily, and stared at Clark for a few seconds, before replying.
“Clark, I’ve decided I’m leaving Smallville.” She said in a small voice, as she looked away from him to the table, off to the side.
Clark blinked slightly, as he opened and closed his mouth. He watched her posture and expression quietly, before nodding.
“There’s really nothing left to say, is there?” He asked finally with a gentle shrug. “By the looks of things, you’ve already made up your mind.” He stated.
She nodded, her small hand going up to cover her mouth. “I’m coming back, Clark. I just don’t know when.” She said, tears in her eyes. “I need to go and find myself, and I think Paris is the perfect place to do that...”
Clark frowned slightly, “Lana...”
“No, Listen Clark.” She said, pleading with him. “With everything that’s happened here, I’m...I’m becoming someone else, someone I don’t want to be. When I look into the mirror, I don’t recognize the face looking back at me, anymore! When I’m with you is the only time I feel how I always want to feel...” She stressed to him.
Clark nodded again. “I know. I’ve noticed.” He said sadly, gazing at her. “I’ll let you go. When you see what you need to see; when you find you, come back to me?” He asked, stepping closer to her and enfolding her in his large arms.
Lana melted into him and began sobbing into his chest, nodding vehemently, “Of course; I’m doing this for us...” She mumbled.
Clark smiled into her hair slightly, before whispering to her, “I know.
I can’t get close if you’re not really there...”
She giggled and blew out a small breath, before carrying on reciting a fraction of the poem they made together.
“...I can’t get inside if there’s no soul there...”
Clark nodded and kissed her softly on the head. “Take your time...” He said, softly, “I won’t go anywhere.”
Lana looked up at him and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Thank you for understanding...It means a lot.”
He chuckled slightly, wrapping her back into a hug. “I’ll picture you with the wind in your hair, on top of the Eiffel Tower.” He told her, “I’ll keep your things right where you left them. I’ll be here for you.” He said, closing his eyes as he tried memorizing her presence.
“I love you so much, Clark.”
“I know, I love you too.”