This is a Man of Steel story about Clark and Lois it starts off very vague which is the point because things will get good just wait. I love the Henry Cavill and Amy Adams version of Lois Lane & Clark Kent/ Superman duo so yeah plus the Man of Steel section of fanfiction is sooo dead rn like no one is updating so I decided to do this for anyone who is missing Clois at the moment. Review if you'd like & comments are very welcomed. Thanks, A
Dust surrounded the streets, and the many screams of injured people echoed throughout the city. The fight caused massive destruction. He saved humanity from evil; she believed in him since she found out what Clark Kent or Kal-El can actually do. He sacrificed himself. If anyone asked her how he did it, all she can really say is that he loved this planet far too much than they did in was just trying to do the right thing since he came out to the world as Superman. Humankind could not see that, that is all he wanted to do; was meant to do. Now, God things have changed, everyone saw him die. Seeing it up close was worse.
At first, with everything going on all I could think about is how to get to the action. I damn right needed to be there near him. I knew it was dangerous but God if he dies I had to be there. It happened so quickly because the next thing I know I'm seeing The Batman and a woman help him down. His body looked limp, and it killed me at the moment. He is so pale and there's a whole in his chest. When did everything just seem to fall apart?
Army brat Lois Lane didn't cry for anything not even when she broke her arm from falling off a tree when she was eight, but ever since tall dark and handsome walked into her life it's like she was a teenager again and she was crying into his chest during that fateful night. Lois Joan Lane never fell in love or the idea of love. Now she has had her fair share of boyfriends in the past, but none crazy enough to deal with her go get em an attitude, feistiness, or a death wish she had in order to get stories. No man had changed Lois from her cold cynical beliefs of the world. He changed all that. Now that he's gone it's like all her hope has gone with him too.
Two weeks later
She's laying in her bed, *their bed. His manly scent is wearing off as if he was ever here at all. The flying man, god if someone were to tell her that a man who could deflect bullets off his chest and lift buildings with his two bare hands she would have laughed. She tries really hard not to move his clothes from their closet because she knows that if she does it's as if she's accepting his death and she knows it sounds really dumb to think that. It can't be true, she still feels like he's going to walk right into their apartment any day like he always does. Just like when he gets back from a late night at The Planet from finishing a story, or fly through their balcony and quietly remove his suit and join her in bed. She misses how he use to quietly float throughout their apartment because he knows how much she hates it if he makes any loud sounds while she sleeps. Somehow, she feels that if she does move on she would be betraying him in a way because she knows him. That dumb alien would want her to be happy that's all that matters to him even if it's with someone else, but she can't allow that not now not ever.
