Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville.
He opened his eyes and groggily stared at the ceiling. He was there, lying down on his own bed, just like any other day. But unlike the other days, his body was tired and his mind in a terrible mess. For once since his divorce, he hadn't felt like a complete failure when waking up. In fact, he had actually felt pretty happy, till he had rolled over and reached out for her, only to find the bed empty.
It had not just been a dream now, had it? The bed sheets still smelled of her. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel the warmth of her body next to his, her delicate hands running through his hair, her lips brushing against his.
He could almost sense her gaze on him, see the lust in her green eyes and could easily remember how hours ago, she had been moaning his name…
He heaved a heavy sigh.
Slowly sitting up, he felt his chest sting as he stared at the now empty sheets. She had promised to stay; they had agreed to talk about it. In a sweet desperation he found himself straining his ears in a futile attempt to catch some trail of her presence. How he wished that she was in the bathroom, or in his kitchen, preparing breakfast for them…
Wishful thinking? It was too hard to accept that once again, she had left him.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"I knew you'd be here."
He didn't even turn his head to look at her. He lifted his glass to his lips, and downed the liquid in one gulp. "Another one," he ordered.
The bartender only looked at him with pity, before shaking his head and filling his glass for the nth time that night.
"Are you going to ignore me?" she asked, taking the seat next to his.
He didn't answer. He was angry at her, wanted her to disappear from his life and from his heart.
"Ollie," she said, reaching for his arm. When he flinched at her touch, she immediately retracted her hand.
He sighed, raking his hands through his hair before finally turning to look at her. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were hard.
"Why are you here, Chloe?"
I love Emo!Ollie :D Thanks for reading.