Chloe sat cross-legged on the dorm room floor, pouring through a photo album filled with memories. Lana, Clark, and Chloe at the Kent farm, leaning against a picket fence. Lana, Clark, and Chloe, in front of their old high school. Chloe at her desk at the old Torch paper. Lana behind the bar at the Talon; Clark seated on a stool at the other side of the bar. In the photo, Clark had the look of adoration in his eyes that he reserved only for Lana. It was always Clark and Lana. It always would be Clark and Lana. Even in her death, her presence echoed over everything.
Tears filled Chloe's eyes as she closed the photo album and placed it in a box. "You've been gone three weeks now," Chloe said to the box. She got up and started emptying Lana's dresser into the void. "I miss you so much…But I have to face that you're not here."
Chloe settled on to the edge of what had been Lana's bed and pressed one of the sweaters Lana had worn the most up to her face. "Lana, I don't know how to live without you. You were my best friend, and you're not here now, and it sucks." She got up and began to pace back and forth across the small room. "And Lana…Have I told you that I love Clark?"
Chloe flopped onto the floor, her head in her hands. Tears streamed freely down her face, as she cried so hard that she was afraid she would never breathe again. "This is wrong, Lana, oh God, this is wrong, but I love Clark so much, and I need him now more than ever, more than ever now that you're not hear…but it's so wrong…it's so wrong, Lana, and I'm sorry…But I can't do this without him…I need to have Clark in my life, Lana, and I…I'm sure that he needs me too."
Chloe pulled herself up and looked out the window. "Where are you, Clark?"