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Their love is so tragic. Written for Jess's 100-Word Challenge
10 Feet to Die By
“You can’t just leave, Lex.”
Ten feet to the front door
“It’s called walking away, Clark.”
Nine.
“I love you.”
Eight.
“That’s emotional blackmail.”
Seven.
“I learned from the best.”
Six.
“Clark.”
Five.
“Stay.”
Four.
“Why?”
Three.
“It’s your penthouse.”
Two.
“It’s your home.”
One and a half.
“No, it’s not. It never has been.”
One.
“Then why did you stay?”
Two-thirds.
“You were here. There’s no point in me being here if you’re not.”
One half.
“So I should just stay here? With you?”
No space left.
“That’s what I was trying to say in the first place.”
Their love is so tragic. Written for Jess's 100-Word Challenge
10 Feet to Die By
“You can’t just leave, Lex.”
Ten feet to the front door
“It’s called walking away, Clark.”
Nine.
“I love you.”
Eight.
“That’s emotional blackmail.”
Seven.
“I learned from the best.”
Six.
“Clark.”
Five.
“Stay.”
Four.
“Why?”
Three.
“It’s your penthouse.”
Two.
“It’s your home.”
One and a half.
“No, it’s not. It never has been.”
One.
“Then why did you stay?”
Two-thirds.
“You were here. There’s no point in me being here if you’re not.”
One half.
“So I should just stay here? With you?”
No space left.
“That’s what I was trying to say in the first place.”
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Date: 2003-03-06 03:00 pm (UTC)