Ooh!
His eyes finally left the manikins in the window long enough to find her face. “I can’t believe that Luthor’s personal seamstress hasn’t already taken your measurements. Won’t he be appalled that you’re buying a dress off the rack for this, the social event of the year?”
She frowned at him. “I’m Lois Lane; regular, middle-class woman for two more weeks. I’m doing this one last thing my way.”
Clark’s tone softened. He took her hand in his. “You know, if you don’t want to be the wife of a gazillionaire you don’t have to be. Just say the word, and the whole things off.”
That is so heartbreaking. I don't even know why. I guess it was because I had envisioned them in season 3 or 4, dating or engaged and then the Luthor bit came out of nowhere! How painful for Clark.
He swallowed and reminded himself to breathe, unaware that he had risen to his feet at her entrance. His mind transported her to an old church building in Smallville, Kansas with candlelight dancing over her features. He could envision it all: her slow walk between the wooden benches, sunlight streaming through stained glass and the sound of the organ as it echoed against the high wooden ceilings. He could see her smile from beneath her veil as she approached him.
Oh my goodness! This is sneakily angst-y! I love it and want to cry at the same time.
“You think?” She wrinkled her nose and turned to the mirror. She caught his eye in the reflection as he walked up the steps to stand at her side.
“You’re beautiful.”
*bursts into sobs*
That was a really heartbreaking fic. But it was simply wonderful at the same time. Thanks for writing this!
Laura
Lo-is!!!!
