Nov 25, 2008 17:36
Lana was feeling incredibly raw between Meg's condition and her terrible encounter with Dean and what had happened two years ago on Thanksgiving back in Smallville.
She'd spent the day mostly hidden away at the back of the cottage gardening till she was exhausted in a place where if she stopped and hid her face from time-to time, no one would know. She'd finally had to stop, hands blistered and arms scratched from the wild area she'd tried to clear, and now she sat out on the steps of the cottage watching the sky start the turn from day to night.
Maybe if she waited for the exact moment the first star appeared and made a wish she could wish everything better.
[Open. Meg and Lana's topic of conversation NFB please!]
gardening,
lana's cottage,
lana lang-luthor