Clark, Diana

Under the night sky, a cool breeze swept in, stirring ripples through the air. Bright moonlight cast a soft silver veil over this tranquil world. Clark turned his head instinctively and met Diana's curious, beautiful eyes. Her dark pupils were like enormous whirlpools. After a pause, Clark looked away. "That cemetery... I remember Donnie buried his friend there." "You're terrible at changing the subject, Clark." Diana slipped her hands into her jacket pockets and looked into the distance against the wind.