The world was tilting, somehow off-balance. Or was it just her who was dizzy? She reached out, fumbling, and her hand found the wood of the windowsill. Stability.
I love the way that was written. The words and their flow truly echo the concepts behind them.
"You’re not anyone I recognise.”
This was heartbreaking, but at the same time, I can't blame her. As I said in the previous chapter, four weeks is simply appalling. I've read lots of TOGOM stories, and even seeing her pain for just a couple of days made me ache for Lois. But for Clark to have allowed her grieving to last for so long... it did get me riled up. And angry for her.
“I-I love you.”
“But you don’t forgive me.”
“No.” Her voice was shaking. “But I can.”
But then, this story is about love, and how it triumphs. And that's something I believe in, both in real life, and in the context of these two dear characters.
What a lovely reminder for Christmas, too.
Thank you, Wendy and Dave. Happy holidays!
