He tried to convince himself, even as he swiped at his stinging eyes, that he hadn’t actually lost anything. He tried, but it was that thought, more than any other, which was the hardest to bear.
Heartbreaking.
“You don’t remember me, Clark!” She paused, closing her eyes. Her next words were quiet... barely a whisper. “I’m not... I’m not someone you’d love. I’m not... a nice person.”
Oh, Lois.
Seriously, seriously good stuff. It's a mark of a great writer when every word counts and it truly has here, as Wendy has pointed out. Your writing is infused with meaning, and it's the kind I'd like to read over and over again, to discover something new in the story each time. I'm really looking forward to the next part.
Thank you, David.
*goes back for that second reading*
