11:59
When Lex and Clark fought, they didn’t do it half-assed. After eighteen years together, they knew all of each other’s buttons and pushed them every time. But Clark had never been gone for so long, no matter how badly they’d fought.
Ten nights had gone past, and number eleven was moments away. Lex sat on the edge of their bed, staring out the open window, the only illumination from the clock on the bedside table. Ice clinked as he raised his glass to his lips.
12:00
The warm wash of scotch did nothing to soothe the cold ache in his chest.
*hopes*
that hurt. It was beautiful... but it HURT. ::pitiful eyes - reaching out to hug poor Lex::
I am once more in awe of your ability to pack so much emotion into so few words... and make them so, SO powerful.
thank you for sharing.
the kendermouse
This is so heart breaking
*wail*
I need the making up
*wail*
annakas
Please have them make up! Seriously, when you do angst, you're BRUTAL. You're like the Joss Whedon of Clex fics. And I mean that as a compliment.
xoxo,
Monica
Wonderfully done!
Very poignant.
Oh my gosh, this is so beautiful and poignant. Nothing but the numbers on the clock and the sound of the ice in the glass.
Lex and Clark really never does anything half-ass. *mopes more*
Hello
Re: Hello
It's also one of the first fics I read, one of the reasons I kept reading
SV slash. You are so good !
I friended you, I hope you won't mind
Emilie
*belatedly friends you*