Disclaimer: I don't own Clark or Chloe. The title of this story is that of a song by Evanescence which inspired this story somewhat.

Summary: What if Chloe uncovered all of Clark's secrets while working for Lionel? What if she told Clark what she did?

Forgive Me

He doesn't say anything. Not a low "What?". No gasp of surprise, no choking sound, not even a soft whisper of sadness. There is nothing but complete and utter silence and as I turn around I know I'm no where close to being prepared to see the look on his face. I was prepared for a frown, glazed eyes, furrowed eyebrows; a look of complete confusion. Instead I found the face of a broken little boy with defeat in his eyes. A little boy who had his best friend move away without telling him. Twice.

I know that if I were to get on my tiptoes and look straight into his eyes, I would see glistening tears that would never touch his cheeks. I was completely wrong.

It's my turn to make a choking sound and I can feel my hands shaking. A single tear had escaped its prison and was making its way down his cheek. It was a tear that never should have been shed and whose siblings never had been before. I don't even think he knows what tears rolling down your cheek feels like.

And I did this to him.

"I..." I try to speak but find that I can't handle the sight of this defeated boy and speak at the same time.

It scares me.

How could I do this? How could I have made someone so bloody strong cry? I never could have before. I never meant to hurt him. It was an easy job, it felt right. It was such a sweet offer that I couldn't refuse and I was hurt and mad.

It's no excuse.

I'm so incredibly stupid. I thought he was just an ignorant boy that never read between the lines and took everything for its face value. I guess he has more secrets than I thought.

I laugh at the irony in my thoughts. I've been trying forever to get him to look deeper into the meaning of things and here I am assuming he never would.

He's just standing there with his shoulders slumped and his hair falling across his forehead. He's never stood like that before. At least, not in front of me.

Me. I did this to him.

I stare in to his eyes and I can tell he's broken. His teeth are clenched as he tries to hide that his lip is quivering. He stares right back at me and I can see the questions forming in them.

I want him to say something. I want him to scream at me and put me in my place and tell me off and... I just want him to say something so I know that he's still there. Finally he does and I can feel my heart breaking.

"Why?" He forces out while still trying to stop his lip from quivering.

I look down and see his hands clenched in to fists. And then it hits me; he could kill me right now. In less than a second I could be dead on the floor.

But he doesn't strike me. He never would. I can feel it.

"I'm sorry."

He nods and swipes the lone tear from his chin, "OK."

I just stare at him. 'OK'? What the hell? Why isn't he running away, why isn't he yelling at me, why isn't he hitting something, why isn't he furious?

He is.

He'd never tell me that, but I can see it in his eyes. His green orbs are no longer those of a broken boy. They belong to a man.

"Are you mad at me?" It was a stupid question and I knew it the moment the words slipped passed my lips.

"Mad? I don't know. I'm not sure what I feel. Maybe you should go."

I stay standing in my spot and look at him.

"Please. Go."

My heart breaks again and I deserve it. I deserve everything I have coming to me.

I look in to his eyes one more time before turning away, "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't. I'll only be missing for a while."

"Goodbye, Clark."

"Bye Chloe."