Lana nodded, moving to grip the other girl's hand. Clark was wonderful, that they agreed on. Why he had to be dead in Lois' world she didn't understand. If she was having trouble holding back the tears, Lois must be dying inside. Lana didn't know how much longer she could keep herself quiet and not make a scene. She carefully lay the pictures in front of Lois. "He was my first love..." Yes, there had been Whitney Fordman, but what she'd felt for him was nothing as deep as what she'd felt for Clark. Even though she didn't feel that way now, a first love was special. It stuck with you.