The Shows Over…
By: Kathy-Lynn Brown
Chloe stood in the loft with tears in her eyes. She had been here before. The hurt and the tears it was like a rerun. One she could live with out seeing again. She clapped her hands as if to applaud Clark. "Great Show, Clark." She stammered out between the tears.
"Chloe,… don't you think your being unfair." That seemed to be his favorite line when it came to her. He didn't know why. He knew he was the one being unfair.
Chloe laughed as she wiped away her tears. "I wander what I ever saw in you. And as far as being unfair, Clark… try watching the man you would give your last breathe for kissing your best friend time after time." She turned to walk away.
Clark walked around her blocking her way down the stairs. "Chloe,… don't leave like this."
"Clark, move."
"No. What do you want from me? I thought you understood that we were just friends. I thought you were okay with that."
That was his problem he thought way too much. "Clark, you know don't even worry about it. The shows over now… you win the grammy."
Seeing her like this was truly breaking his heart. He loved Chloe more than he would ever admit. But he loved Lana too. "You're my best friend, Chloe. The one I turn to when I need some one by my side."
She looked up into his baby blue eyes. "Always your side kick, never your one and only." She side stepped Clark. "I used to think that I was the girl of your dreams, mascarading as your best friend. But now I know that I was just your high school friend. And it's time for me to move on now."
"What are you saying, Chloe. Because you saw Lana leave the house this morning and my parents upset that we can't be friends. When are you going to grow up?" His words were cold and he knew it. But he felt like he was fighting a loosing battle and he had done all he could do.
"Your right, Clark. Your totally right." She walked down the steps.
"Chloe, I'm sorry." He called down the steps but it was too late. She wasn't coming back. And for some reason deep down in his gut he knew she was gone for good. This time there's no room for appologies.
Clark sat in his loft looking at some papers on his desk. He glanced over at a picture of him, Lana and Chloe. It was just one week and yet it seemed like a life time since he saw Chloe. Part of him just wished that she would walk up those barn steps, but the other part was tried of seeing her hurt. And for some reason that's all he could do. Now that he didn't have his powers he could be with Lana and that's what he fought so long for.
Light footsteps told Clark that he was no longer alone. He glanced up from the picture to see his mother. Her face was filled with worry. "Mom,…"
"Clark, uh… the sherif just called."
Clark knew that any sentence starting with the sherif wasn't going to be good. He stood up and walked over to his mother. "Mom, what happened? Is it Lana?"
"No. The sherif said that Justin escaped this morning. I called Chloe's father and he said that Chloe was talking to Lois and she started screaming, like she was being attack. Then the phone went dead."
Clark stumbled backwards. All he could think was the last thing he said to her. What was he going to do with no powers to get Chloe back. No way to super speed, no super hearing or super strength. He was nothing more than the common man. And now he would have to wait for the cops to do their job like everyone-else. But what if something happened to Chloe. He'd never forgive himself.