Well, I'm one of those non-fans of Mayson's. Because I'm here to read about Lois and Clark, make no mistake. But... how can I not love this, and become almost tearful over it?
She'd been wrong. Her heart could break into smaller pieces. It was ground to stardust now. The glittering, infinitesimal fragments would soon lose what little luster they still possessed, beaten into submission by the ache of continual defeat.
This is heartbreaking. Yes, pun intended, but it definitely wasn't just a joke. Mayson's heart-pieces are ground to stardust, whose glittering fragments will soon lose what little luster they still possess, beaten into submission by the ache of continual defeat.... This is hauntingly beautiful and - there is no better word for it - heartbreakingly, heart-achingly sad.
And how can I not love this?
See you in my dreams, Kent, she thought sadly. At least I know you'll show up without a certain self-centered brunette there.
Oh, how true this is! In our dreams - make that our daydreams - our dream-lovers visit us, and love us. But we can't be sure they'll be so well-behaved when they visit our dreams at night.
This is a hauntingly beautiful vignette.
Ann
