Se connecter“Lana, please. You have to forgive me.” Jason begged as soon as the door opened. Lana immediately tried to shut the door. He stuck his hand out to keep it from closing, but instead of pushing his way in, he dropped to his knees. “Go away.” She groaned, annoyed. “Something is wrong with me.” He managed to gasp out as he started to sob into his hands. “The last thing I remember was seeing you on the floor.. In the middle of all that...”“Jason...” Lana let her door open further. Slightly stepping towards him, concern having won over the fear that had taken over her. She frowned as she watched him mumble into his hands. “I don’t remember everything; it's like a fever dream. One minute we were hugging, and the next you were on the floor and my hand was raised...” his breathing was erratic as he tried to explain. “Lana, after I saw you on the floor, my memory blocked out again; all I remember after that is Danny shoving me out the door and everything was...” “Are you saying you don’t
Lana felt numb.She moved around the studio mindlessly, cleaning up shattered glass and picking up what was salvageable.Focusing on the damage was easier than thinking about Jason.Broken furniture could be replaced. Frames could be bought again. Photographs could be reprinted.Whatever had happened between her and Jason wasn't nearly as simple.Lana crouched beside one of the overturned tables and picked up another photograph. The frame was destroyed, but somehow the picture inside had survived without so much as a scratch.“Would you stop?”Lana looked over her shoulder.Danny stood a few feet away, holding the chair Jason had thrown earlier.“What?” she asked him, confused.“Cleaning.”“Why?” she frowned.“Because I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself.” Danny pointed around.“So am I.”“I didn't say you weren't.”Danny stared at her.“Then what's the problem?” Lana sighed tiredly.“The problem is you've been staring at that broken frame for the past five minutes.”Lana looked
“You want to tell me what’s going on with you and Clark?” Lana’s stomach dropped. “Jason—” “Were you with him last night?” There was something about the way he asked the question that made her hesitate. “Yes, after you bailed on me again.” His expression changed so quickly it made her pause. A second ago, he had been hugging her affectionately Now his entire body had gone rigid. “You were supposed to be with me.” “You left.” Lana stared at him. “I had to work.” “And I was supposed to do what? Stand there until you come back?” “You could’ve gone home.” Something about his tone immediately irritated her. “Excuse me?” “Instead, you went running around the city holding his hand?” Jason accused her angrily. “We were running away from photographers.” Lana defended herself and Clark, despite the fact she knew she did more than just run. “Oh, that’s convenient.” he sneered. “Don’t talk to me like that.” Lana’s eyes narrowed. She turned away from him, and reac
After Clark left, Lana couldn’t bear to sit around. All thoughts of enjoying alone time went out the window the minute she saw the article. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she'd do. It was only a matter of time before she would have to come face to face with Jason.Nope. Work. Normal life.Work was something she could handle.Lana grabbed her bag and camera before she could change her mind. If she stayed in the apartment any longer, she was either going to stare at the article until she drove herself insane or start thinking about Clark again.Neither seemed particularly productive.By the time she reached the studio, she had almost convinced herself she could pretend everything was normal for a few hours.She pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the familiar sight of photographs covering the white walls. Morning light poured through the front windows, reflecting off the polished concrete floors.Danny was sitting at his desk in the back, staring at his laptop.“
"It's not a big deal," he finally answered her. Lana got up from the couch. "Then show me." She reached for his phone. "You don't need to see it." he held his phone above his head, using their height difference to his advantage. "Oh, well, now I definitely need to see it." She huffed; she gripped his arm, trying to pull it down to her height. "You're going to make this into a bigger deal than it is." He sighed. "You hiding it is making it a bigger deal," she argued. He stared at her for another second before reluctantly unlocking the phone and handing it over. Lana looked down. Her stomach dropped. A photograph of the two of them filled the screen. They were walking down the sidewalk together, ice cream in their hands. Clark was looking at her instead of the camera, while Lana's head was tilted toward him, and a huge smile spread across her face. It looked like a date; from their clothes, she could tell it was the other night. The last time they had gotten ice cream before
Lana subconsciously stretched her hand, reaching for Clark. When her fingers met the emptiness, she opened her eyes and sighed."Had last night all been a dream?" she mused to herself.She checked her phone for messages and saw nothing new. Sighing, she threw her phone to the end of her bed. She lay there, debating whether today would be productive or a wash.After a moment's consideration, Lana opted to stay inside.Lana glanced at the space beside her again.She didn't know why it bothered her as much as it did. She had already gotten used to Jason bailing on her; it had almost been second nature. But Clark?He could have at least said goodbye."Jerk," she muttered, dragging herself out of bed. Her bare feet hit the hardwood floor, and she immediately regretted leaving the warmth of her blankets.Lana's apartment wasn't big, but she'd never minded.Nothing in Greenwich Village was big unless you had the kind of money Lana could only dream of, and somehow the small space had always







