I saw him clawing at the wind trying to climb the funnel's black walls to get to me. I could do nothing but stare stupidly, Clark Kent was in the middle of a tornado and he was practically flying. He did not know that his accent into the storm was in vain because he was still no closer to me. Then I saw him begin to falter and I wept, I knew I was losing him, just as I was losing him to Chloe. He was my own personal superhero. I called his name but it came out as a choked sob. He looked as if he was in pain as he began to realize that he was too late, his anger giving him a boost of adrenaline and power. Our hands were inches apart (the window had been broken by the powerful winds) and I stretched as far as I could go until our fingers were just a brush away from each other's and then suddenly, I felt myself being pulled back. His handsome face began to disappear into the dark clouds that surrounded us as I was spun around. I heard him cry out and I felt my heart break. I would never truly realize his love for me and it saddened me endlessly. I gratefully accepted the shadows that enveloped me.