Legends

By: Lexappeal

The first time he left me was just after I told him I loved him. It was only for a few days, but it felt like an eternity. He came back telling me he just had to process what I had told him and sort out his feelings. That he couldn't believe that someone as wonderful as I could love him. We were together then, we kept it a secret because of his father and what he would do if he found out.

The second time he left me was when I opened up and told him all my secrets and it spooked him, he was gone longer this time, a few weeks. When he finally came back he told me everything he had ever kept from me and explained that when I opened up first it made him realize how much he really needed to tell me. When promised to never keep things from each other and we never.

Until she came into the picture and before I knew it he was spending all his time with her. Inventing work issues that needed immediate and constant attention, I knew how important his work was to him, so I supported him. This went on for a few months without me getting jealous or suspicious. I knew that in his line of business he did need to give it constant attention and she did work with him. But I was starting to get jealous and slightly suspicious, and suspicion was all that it was until…

I caught them sitting on our couch, our couch deep in conversation, whispering hands skimming over shoulders and each other's hands. Just like we used to do before we started dating, sitting in the talon discussing school or irrelevant topics that only we seemed to care about. Remembering those days when our relationship was just budding, when we couldn't stand being away from each other, sneaking around in the night. It hurt way too much to remember that one day not that long ago it was me that he was wooing, it was me that his hands we caressing not the new woman on our couch. I entered the room and the whispering stopped, they moved apart. He brushed it off, as though it was nothing just as he was heading out the door, claiming that he had more work to do. He left with her after I caught them; he left me here with not so much as a kiss goodbye.

That's when I realized that it had happened, it finally happened. He realized that the two years he wasted on me were a mistake. We were in metropolis now, people weren't as dense as they were in Smallville, and they knew beauty when they saw it. I knew that it was only a matter of time after we moved here before he would realize his mistake and move on; I hoped to God that this time I would be wrong. But of course not, the one time that I hope above all else that I am wrong is the time that I have never been more right. I decided that I wasn't going to let that happen, I wasn't going to let him leave me, not again.

The next time someone left it was me, I knew that if I had to see he leave me again that my life would end, I would never be the same. I couldn't deal with him leaving especially not for good this time. I don't think that my heart could handle it, not again. So I packed my bags and sat on our bed and waited for him to get home. There was no point of me leaving without a goodbye he would just find me. I sat and waited for what seemed like years, and when he walked into what used to be our room and saw my bags he was shocked. I don't know what made me angrier, the fact that it was 1:00am or that he had the audacity to be shocked. As if he didn't think that I'd realized, that I wasn't smart enough to see when he stopped loving me. When we fought this time it was the worst fight we have ever had, I left that night saying goodbye and telling him that I loved him and always would. He was the love of my life, I loved him more than life but I couldn't compete with her, no one could. I left; he didn't even try to stop me he just let me walk out of his life. Before shutting the door I said the most painful words I have ever had to say in my life, I told him that I would be by on Saturday to finish packing and that I would prefer he wasn't there when I came back.

I'm not quite sure when I lost him, maybe that's what I get. I put my work first a lot of the time, but I was trying to help people, trying to make a difference. I guess in the end it was my fault that I lost him, I should have known that my love alone couldn't keep him forever he would eventually want some normalcy.

When the elevator opened I saw her, the woman that took my life away. At that moment I couldn't believe that I trusted her ever, that I considered her a friend. As she stepped out of the elevator and I into it, I turned to face her and said, "You win, you finally got Clark, Lois."

The elevator doors closed on a shocked face, why she was shocked I do not know, it wasn't as though I didn't deserve losing him, I am a Luthor after all. In all of this I was right about something. I was right when I told him all those years ago that we were the stuff of legends, but like every real legend we couldn't last forever there had to be an ending. And all that would be left was a tiny whisper of what used to be and what could have been. A stray comment here and there and eventually no one would be able to decipher fact from fiction.

It was only a matter of time and it has already begun…

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