I'm not really the ‘Lost Boy’ she believes I am.
This is so bittersweet, because I think she sees him better than he sees himself.
Gripping my boxes tighter, I try not to think about how much easier it'd be if I carried the monstrosity alone.
Love this action here, to mirror his mindset, since it feels like he's keeping a grip on a lot of things.
For the first time in years I can be myself around someone, even if she's just a little girl. Seeing Lois each night, even if it's just from above,even if I don't talk to her, gives me a sense of belonging that I haven't felt in a long time, if ever.
This is so heartbreaking.
But I can't make her the reason to keep going. That's too much responsibility on the shoulders of a little girl.
Also so sad.
My birth parents sent me here to survive, but there has to be more to life than just making it to the next day.
His yearning for a greater purpose here is so poignant.
It's not healthy to confuse my brief acquaintance with Lois for friendship.
I'm so interested in where you're taking this, since we know that they're cosmically linked, regardless of how Clark is (perhaps appropriately) fighting it.
A frown appears on Lois’ forehead. “But I told Mommy and she said it was okay.”
Naturally.
Then she pauses and I can see realization dawn on her face. “Oh!”
This is such a great little moment.
“And you don't really know me, either.” Though better than anyone else, I suppose.
His isolation is so crushing.
“Do you need fairy dust to fly?”
What a perfectly sweet end to this one!
I'm really enjoying this series! It's hard not to be charmed by it!
