Apr 27, 2004 13:11
Today is the anniversary of Lillian's death.
I went to her grave in hopes of seeing Alexander pay his respects to his mother. I was relieved that he has not forgotten her, and that he brought her flowers.
Summoning my courage, I gave him a minute before approaching. When he stood to face me...
He's breathtaking. Tall, with his mother's complexion, her poise, her grace... Whatever his father may have done to mold Alexander into his own image has done nothing to erase his resemblance to her. No artificial tan, no attempts to hide or disguise who he is, no ornaments like jewelry to dampen his beauty, but there is a scar on his upper lip that I don't remember.
When he spoke, he was cold, angry, defensive. I can't say that I blame him. I deserve his anger, for leaving as I did.
He left before I could explain. I find now though that I need him to know I didn't leave him voluntarily, that I didn't want to abandon him, that I never intended to break my vow to Lillian.
I'll seek him out again, and hope that I can fend off the Luthor temperament long enough for him to listen.