"Clark" The whisper leaves your tingling lips. The passion in the kiss left you slightly breathless and light-headed. You'd know that mouth anywhere.
Clark. The Blur. They're one and the same.
You know you shouldn't be surprised - you'd suspected that they were the same person months ago. But after you dismissed it as wishful thinking the thought never really crossed your mind again. For a second you feel stupid and angry - hurt that he mislead you and didn't trust you.
Then you realise that he did. Half of him, anyway.
Lois Lane was the only girl the Blur fully confided in. You fell in love with him, but it was a different kind of love to the one you hold for Clark. Knowing now that your heart isn't torn between two men, but devoted solely to one fills you with immense happiness.
It crashes down when you remember that he's gone. Not coming back, he said. It hurts because for one moment you had everything – the man you love, the Blur, a higher calling, a happy ending.
And now you don't.
You clutch the phone booth, white-knuckled, one arm wrapped around your middle. It feels as if when he left, he took your stomach, your heart, your lungs with him and left nothing but a vacant hole inside of you. It aches.
You love him. You love him more than you've ever loved anyone. You need him.
It's a painful realization, but possibly more painful is the realization that the realization is too late.
He's not coming back
You do the only thing you can think of.
Your fingers fumble with the buttons as you dial the one person you know is always going to be there for you.
"Chloe."
It's the only word you manage to get out before you're crying.
"Chloe, I don't know what to do."
Okay so it's been weeks since I watched this episode and I'm actually watching the earlier seasons now, but for some reason this idea just grabbed me and wouldn't let go. It's the first thing I've published and is unbetaed (because I'm impatient). I'd greatly appreciate constructive criticism, if you have time