Sniff! Sniff! I can't take it anymore.
My heart is brokent into pieces.
Oh, poor Clark! Poor, poor Lois!
I'm fighting back my tears because I'm in the office right now, but my throat is tight.
It's an endless suffering, you're killing us with a torturous and slow death. You're E-V-I-L!
This was the beginning of the end, and he knew it. The fact that she’d faded away again mere minutes after she’d become visible to him proved it. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to hear her any more, and then she’d once more become as ethereal as mist. And then she’d be gone forever.
This precious hour would be as if it had never happened.
He lay still, stroking her hair, as his heart slowly turned to ice.
Oh, no! Stop it! It's unbearable!
This shattered all my hopes.
Yet losing her again was as inevitable as his next breath.
Why do you have remind me of that???
Doesn't is it torture enough? You evil mind! Fix it, please, please, PLEASE!!!