"He left. He finally stopped playing and he left to be the worlds Superman. Do you think I'm selfish if I hope he drops the world and comes flying back to me?"
She had been like this for months, tears gushing (never once a dry eye) and hard eyes (I'm selfish so very selfish and I don't care)filled with everything that had broken her heart over these years(too many years, too many years of this).
It hurt to look at her like this (cry over me, not him), it hurts not to touch her and hug her until there were no more tears and no more broken hearts (like there is no more Clark Kent).
"No, I think like that with Lois, but then I remember I couldn't make her happy so instead I focus on making myself happy. You should do the same."
"Can I, Oliver? Can I?"
What the hell, Clark Kent how in the world could you leave this, her?
She was warm and small in my arms (don't crush her, don't smash her),she didn't pull back or push away the only thing she did was pull me closer till we were one and the same.
It was years ago (the loft and the echoes of all the olivers and lanas) when I first saw her, still with her broken smile (screaming fix me please, fix me up)but back then(years ago in a different time with different lovers)she still had something to smile about, now she was hollow.
"Yes you, your braver then anyone I've ever meet. Clark, he has a fate to help them, to be with Lois, but-but I don't."
I felt her eyes burning into me, I didn't want to look to see her reject me (never, never Oliver, never)and crawl back into herself.
But then her warm lips found mine, pulling them until we we're the one and same, (kiss, kissing your soul mate sends sparks) doing the one thing I had been dreaming of for years.
"You don't have too-"
"I want to more then you know, you're not Clark and right now I need that."
"Well that's one good thing about not being Clark and I think I could come up with a whole lot more."
