LOIS WAS the one who was breaking her own heart. keeping every person at arms length, not taking things seriously enough. “clark, i----” trying to find words that compared to clark’s which were poetic. lois’ lips were CLAMPED SHUT. hands ran through her hair, “you can’t just go and say t h i n g s like that ??” looking at him, pathetic expression danced across her features. lois couldn’t even handle hearing NICE THINGS. normally, clark kent, had annoying things to say about here. out of nowhere, he was always being nice to her. “why are you N I C E when i basically put my foot in my mouth every time we have a conversation ??” placing a palm on her forehead, “all you do is try to be nice to me---- and i’m a real bitch. the biggest.” letting out a heavy sigh. lump started to form in the back of her throat, it throbbed as she suppressed tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “maybe it’s just easier for me to be alone. less time to get hurt. i’ve dated, of course, but nothing comes about it. one person is always ten steps ahead. either you’re getting married or breaking up. one day my other half may wake up prepared to DUMP ME. i’d rather just not put myself through that...”
