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She pushed aside the pack of cigarettes she’d guiltily bought a few nights ago— because really, what was the point of trudging through hard times if you couldn’t use it as an excuse to indulge just a little in life’s seedier pleasures?
Finally, she pulled the ringing phone from her bag, triumphant. And then immediately felt defeated again.
Clark.
She looked back to Jimmy in the bed, still lying still. The beeps of his heart monitor played a song with her still wailing ringtone.
Trust me, Lois and Clark would be great together.
That was before the wedding from hell. Before the vows that pulled at even her stone cold, love-atheist heart, before the reception, before the dance, before her and Clark had almost—
Before reality had finally reared its ugly head. There were no happy endings, even for the Chloe’s and Jimmy’s of the world. How could she have for a second believed one could exist for her?
Let alone with Lana Lang-obsessed Clark Kent, farm hick extraordinaire, who’s favorite pass time had been moping over the same girl who has broke his heart time and again since the day Lois had stepped foot in Smallville.
She dropped the phone back in her bag, listened as it finally gave up on her too and sent him to voicemail.
She eyed the pack of Marlboros from below her heavy lashes. Jimmy wouldn’t miss her for 10 minutes. He hadn’t missed a thing.