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A/N: Chapters will get longer as the story progresses.
Prologue
She kept telling herself that this was the last place she wanted to be; that she could take care of herself and she didn't need anyone to lean on. But after everything that had happened, she didn't know if she had the strength to keep it to herself. Her brain screamed 'get away from his door; you're not ready to talk about it,' but her feet wouldn't oblige. She slowly raised her hand, getting ready to knock but the door opened before her hand could collide with it. Her bloodshot eyes connected with clear blue eyes.
She was a mess; her clothes hadn't been washed since the incident and most likely hadn't eaten either. Her long, brown hair was a tangled web; her sun-kissed face was a lighter shade of pale. She needed someone to take care of her since she obviously wasn't.
With quivering lips, she called out to her confidant, "Clark."
In a fluid motion, he had Lois in his arms and was carrying her inside.
-TBC-