Lynn, I discovered you had posted this last night just before I went to bed, so
of course I had to stay up to read it. But there was no way I could form any coherent thoughts at that time, I still had too many tears in my eyes...again.
But before I get to any well-deserved words of praise for this incredible section, I have to comment on a couple of posts from earlier in this thread...
Well, well, well. Look who's begging here. The
ones indeed. Paraphrasing here:
Oh Lynn, be sure to wait at least a day or even more between sections to get lots of comment. Suffering is good for the soul. Nice to see the fanfic goddesses begging with the mortals for a change.
Seeing this doubles my enjoyment of this section.
I'm willing to go with Wendy's insanity plea...
OK, back to business. I was
not happy with Clark for leaving Lois in such agony for *two* weeks, even knowing that he would be suffering as well. But here you put such a vivid face on his feelings and emotions, showed me exactly what he had been going through and *why* he had not gotten in touch with her.
Like Wendy, I was in tears here...
With growing frustration, he tried to explain that it wasn’t Superman’s life that he wanted. It was Clark’s. His own. Like an actor playing a part who suddenly discovered the real world had disappeared, leaving him forever to live on a stage, the real Clark Kent was now left with nothing more than a costume and a cape. Superman was two dimensional, but Clark had existed in all three dimensions. It was that third dimension that counted most.
And yes, the tears were still there for this...
In the darkest moments, he needed her to just help him believe that he wasn’t really dead. If Lois Lane believed that Clark Kent lived, he didn’t care what anyone else thought. If he existed for her, he existed for himself.
The letter was beautiful. A stroke of genius on Lois' part to think of contacting him this way, to confess her love to him this way. I love what Wendy quoted, let me add this...
You entered my life, and in such a short time, you became so many things to me. My partner. My friend. My love. You are the other half of me. What I lacked, you completed. What my weaknesses were, you shored up with your strengths. Without you, I am half a person, the dark without the light and the sorrow without the joy. As I contemplate my life without you, I realize with sudden clarity that there is no life without you.
And yes, I was overjoyed to see Clark rushing off to see her right away without taking the time to think about it, and then I was tearing out my hair when she wasn't there. And like any good master of angst (for your first fanfic, you've got the art down perfectly already
), you ratchet up the tension and decide to give Clark his typical
lunkheaded second thoughts and now he decides that he'll see her just to say goodbye...
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A formal memorial service for the relationship that never was.
Well, I of course am very anxious to see the next section, but I'm not too worried. I'm guessing that Lois is en route to Smallville, and that Clark will find her there when he finishes in St. Louis. Or if she is in fact still in Metropolis, at least he has decided to talk to her one last time, and we all know how determined Lois is once she gets her way. And "kryptonite has nothing on Lois Lane".
Feel free to post the final section
any time. Today, for Sherry's sake, would be *super* ...
KathyM
