New Ficlet: "Everybody but me", CLex, G by Bev
Part two for the 30Moments. Enjoy.
Bev
Title: "Everybody but me"
Author: Bev
Rating: G
Beta: Travis/Meredith, thank's, dear
Moment: #05 "Everybody wants you but me"
Summary: They don't know you...not like I do.
Warning: none
Feedback: would be lovely. Like Red Kryptonite to Clark.
I used to watch you whenever I was at the Talon. The way you walked, you talked. The way you flirted with almost everyone.
The way you broke his heart every day a little more. You didn't even know it, did you? You smiled at him, gave him something akin to hope. And you graced him with a blinding smile. Or with a shy gesture, a little moving back. In this moving back you smashed his hope down again.
I hated you for it.
You hurt him every time you did that. I'm not sure if you know of the power you had over him. Sometimes I've got the feeling that his sun rose and set with you. When you were in a good mood you smiled at him, and I knew that he felt like a king. His wonderful green eyes were shining with love and a hidden laughter full of joy.
But there were other times. Times when you were angry with the world, disappointed in someone. Or anyone. And you lashed out to him. Unknowingly hurting him deeply. The light left his eyes, his face fell and he looked so lost and forlorn.
It was my luck that I was there on one of those days. I was there to pick up the pieces you left. I took him home with me that day. I put him back together. It was hard work. Especially for someone like me who - to be honest - isn't the best in the touchy-feely-emotional department.
But I did good.
I look at him now. See him sitting next to me, a little too close. It should make you wonder why. It should bother you because you always claimed to know him so well. But you didn't, did you? You never knew him REALLY. He was nice to have around for you. Always there when you needed someone to swoon over you. To tell you how beautiful you are, how smart, how lovely.
But not any more. The words he uses now to describe his new lover are far from being sweet. Or soft. But they are tender. And loving. I should know it because I'm on the receiving end of those words now.
I look at you. Lana Lang. You're making your ways through the tables, swaying softly, smiling at everyone, having a friendly word for the man on table six, for the couple on table five. They all like you.
They don't know you. Not like I do.
I look around the room. It seems everybody in here loves you. Everybody but me. And finally everybody but Clark, too.
The end
Bev
Title: "Everybody but me"
Author: Bev
Rating: G
Beta: Travis/Meredith, thank's, dear
Moment: #05 "Everybody wants you but me"
Summary: They don't know you...not like I do.
Warning: none
Feedback: would be lovely. Like Red Kryptonite to Clark.
I used to watch you whenever I was at the Talon. The way you walked, you talked. The way you flirted with almost everyone.
The way you broke his heart every day a little more. You didn't even know it, did you? You smiled at him, gave him something akin to hope. And you graced him with a blinding smile. Or with a shy gesture, a little moving back. In this moving back you smashed his hope down again.
I hated you for it.
You hurt him every time you did that. I'm not sure if you know of the power you had over him. Sometimes I've got the feeling that his sun rose and set with you. When you were in a good mood you smiled at him, and I knew that he felt like a king. His wonderful green eyes were shining with love and a hidden laughter full of joy.
But there were other times. Times when you were angry with the world, disappointed in someone. Or anyone. And you lashed out to him. Unknowingly hurting him deeply. The light left his eyes, his face fell and he looked so lost and forlorn.
It was my luck that I was there on one of those days. I was there to pick up the pieces you left. I took him home with me that day. I put him back together. It was hard work. Especially for someone like me who - to be honest - isn't the best in the touchy-feely-emotional department.
But I did good.
I look at him now. See him sitting next to me, a little too close. It should make you wonder why. It should bother you because you always claimed to know him so well. But you didn't, did you? You never knew him REALLY. He was nice to have around for you. Always there when you needed someone to swoon over you. To tell you how beautiful you are, how smart, how lovely.
But not any more. The words he uses now to describe his new lover are far from being sweet. Or soft. But they are tender. And loving. I should know it because I'm on the receiving end of those words now.
I look at you. Lana Lang. You're making your ways through the tables, swaying softly, smiling at everyone, having a friendly word for the man on table six, for the couple on table five. They all like you.
They don't know you. Not like I do.
I look around the room. It seems everybody in here loves you. Everybody but me. And finally everybody but Clark, too.
The end