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I wanted to play, too!
Mar. 12th, 2003 05:21 pmDrabbling is fun. But getting exactly 100 words is hard, man. This took me all afternoon.
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Amy doesn't know why she does this, gliding through his house like a ghost, touching things he touched. She can't pretend he loves her. Not when she's seen them, their long legs tangled, pale skin against gold.
Upstairs, the bedroom door is ajar.
"Can't tell me or won't?"
"Can't respect my privacy? Or won't?"
A pause.
"I guess that's it then."
A sigh.
"I guess."
Clark walks past her, unseeing. Lex sits motionless on the bed. And maybe she should feel glad. But that look on his face, and she wishes his grief could be as invisible as she is.
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Amy doesn't know why she does this, gliding through his house like a ghost, touching things he touched. She can't pretend he loves her. Not when she's seen them, their long legs tangled, pale skin against gold.
Upstairs, the bedroom door is ajar.
"Can't tell me or won't?"
"Can't respect my privacy? Or won't?"
A pause.
"I guess that's it then."
A sigh.
"I guess."
Clark walks past her, unseeing. Lex sits motionless on the bed. And maybe she should feel glad. But that look on his face, and she wishes his grief could be as invisible as she is.