He rolled over, the silk sheets sliding across his bare skin, his face scrunched up in puzzlement. Silk? Very slowly, he was being pulled from the in between of sleep and awake but immediately wished he were asleep. His head was pounding with a headache, an occurrence unusual to him, unless, of course, he were in the proximity of green kryptonite. At that moment, he was turned towards early morning sunshine beaming through the window at him, which only increased the intensity of the pain in his head.
He turned over, away from the horrible light, and into another body… a soft, curvy, naked body. Immediately his eyes flew open. He let out a gasp of surprise. With the realization that that body belonged to none other than Alicia, memories of what had occurred the night before came flooding back, all, that is, except to why it had happened.
He shook his head to clear it of the last bit of fogginess when a red glint from the table beside Alicia caught his attention. It was a necklace… with red stones… the one that she had given him. Disbelief written across his face, he turned to face Alicia. She was still sleeping, unaware of the inner turmoil of Clark Kent. Disbelief slowly turned to anger. With a last glance at Alicia, Clark ran.
It had been three months since the morning Clark had run away from a marriage that he could not honestly say he regrets, away from Alicia, the only person who ever really understood him and accepted him for who and what he was. But he did regret running. He could not remember a time in his life that he had ever run away from anything, especially something of such importance. He could only guess that it was the initial shock of everything that had happened that night that had made him run.
After he had gotten home, before his parents even noticed he was gone, and after he had finished all of his chores, it only took him a couple of seconds to decide to go back. He was a little disappointed to find her gone. But, who could blame her. He was the one who had run away like a coward.
From that day, he had gone searching for her every single day and whenever he could. He had searched in all of the cities that he remembered Alicia telling him she wanted to go only to wind up with zip, not even a clue. His parents never found out where he was going, or even that he wasn't where he said he was going to be. That's because he never told them about what happened. He had tried to tell them a couple of times, but every time he seemed at a complete and utter loss of words.
After three whole, long months, months going by without any idea where Alicia could be, Clark had all but given up. That was why he was now up in the loft, looking through his telescope, even though he had lost any real interest in what used to be his favorite hobby. It was his thoughts that kept him from noticing the light footsteps ascending the steps to where he was, even with his super hearing.