I totally loved the bit you put in about the dog - perfect!!!
I had some hope welling up inside of me when she spoke of her fondness of CK (Corn Festival..)
Clark stared at her, torn in two by the swirl of emotions battling tempestuously inside him. The storm was less frigid now, but no less violent.
Awesome wording!!!
He reached out a trembling hand, fitting his palm to the soft curve of her cheek.
Such a gentle...delicate move. It seems like if she did one quick move away she'd break his heart. My crumbeled heart bore more hurt. I think my heart is unidentifiable now, even by medical means.
He closed his eyes tight, fighting back the sting of tears.
I always have the biggest want for Clark to cry, I have no idea why....well I could get into some heavy psychology here, but I won't. I'll save you all from that horrid trip. I was just waiting for a tear to hit Lois' cheek and wake her up....
He had no more right to clip her wings than Luthor did.
I am really partial to that quote. I love the comparion that was created in Clark's (your!) mind.
You are good at breaking a girl's heart -
- way to go!!!!!!!!
I'll go find what's left...........oh there's half a red blood cell!
