For me, anyway.
She wonders what signs Buffy will leave behind.
Maybe he’d just been waiting for Ray to thaw out a little.
"Ray, do you ever have trouble sleeping?"
And neither of them would say anything. They wouldn't have to.
When he looks up, it´s snowing
He endures, and that´s no small thing, he tells himself. It´s no small thing.
And the clock ticks on, hands slipping future-ward as two men make love in the tilted room.
He never dies. Nightmares never do.
He smiles – it’s going to be a good spring after all.
“Jonah,” it says, “Jonah.”
And this is what *you* are like in the rain.
He never knew heartbreak was filled with such stillness.
The moon pushes its way up through the thick orange of the sunset, and Clark's happy –just as he is.
He stayed that way until mornings, eyes open. Unsteady under layers of blankets, watching sun rise – alone.
She puts down the top of her convertible, and presses her foot firmly on the accelerator, and doesn't think about anything as she drives toward Smallville -- as she drives toward home.
Lex pants at the ceiling and rolls over, alone in his bridal bed.
And if you're not up to doing that, that's cool. But you know, if you maybe wanted to say something like "Lindsey and Angel are SO HOT OMG" or "I <3 Ioan Gruffudd" or just anything positive that makes you smile, that'd be neat. I need to cheer up a little before I can even thinking about dealing with my day.