A/N: A terribly depressing Chloe drabble, because unrequited love hurts. Set after the season two episode "Rush".
I don't own Smallville, or the Superman franchise. Come on.
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"Feel"
Her world spins and sometimes it tilts out of control. Chloe loses herself in that, just that—when she closes her eyes and all she feels is the world falling down over her, melting through her skin. It's the most wonderful feeling.
Chloe knows her world is Clark, and that it's crashing down around her, emptying its wonderful pain into her because she's just that kind of vessel. He is all she ever sees—he's the ground under her feet, the sky over her head, the dangerous sea in the distance. He's the sun, the moon, the tremendous heat in her and the chilling darkness that runs through her.
Clark is blind but so is she. There are times he opens his eyes, just a crack, and Lana isn't what he sees. The world becomes the pearl in the oyster, and the shell around it is the dark thrill in his eyes when they glow red.
His kisses are like the sun on her skin and she feels like screaming.
She wakes up in a hospital, and is told about parasites and loss of inhibition. Her world calms, spinning on an axis that takes its time but she can still feel his lips against her skin.
She tells him she doesn't remember, and Clark is the saviour with a lie always ready on his tongue. Is this what love feels like? But then, Clark doesn't love her.
Her world spins and Chloe dreams of flying, waking again to the feeling of him but Clark is nowhere to be seen, gone from the room but still forever circling around her. Even when he's not there she sees him, feels him—he is all she ever sees, but Chloe knows he'll be blind forever.