Well, while reading this I felt elated and sad all at once - elated at reading a Wendy Richards’s fic and sadness that this is to be such a short fic.
I loved the description of Lois waking up and realizing that she is
not where she expected to be.
Someone who was holding her hand. Holding her prisoner by his side.
That is such a great line! The way Lois jumos straight from someone holding her hand to feeling like a prisoner.
I really liked the explanation of Lois’ state of health.
The whole part where Clark realizes Lois may not want to stay with him and Lois realizes that Clark is lonely too brought tears to my eyes the second time I read it just as it did the first time.
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