Feelings of the Heart
Clark lay on his side unshaven and dirty. He hasn't left his room for 3 days, 2 hours, and exactly 36 minutes. He claimed that he was not feeling well to his parents; something he couldn't pull off easily. It was impossible for him to "not feel well" unless there was kryptonite around. So when he claimed that he was sick his parents did the obvious and searched every where for kryptonite. When they couldn't find any they decided to classify it as one of Clarks' many "stages". When in reality his sickness didn't come in the form of disease or illness instead it came like a blow of a hammer to his unaware heart.
He was going through a faze called heartbreak; a fate worse than death. It was something so strong it could blow up the world, or at least make its people suffer. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep. He hadn't left his room, hasn't gone to school and the mutants were making everything in Smallville hectic but he didn't care. He was suffering and his mind was too focused on the hurt to care.
With this thought he buried his face in his pillow and cried, something that has happened often in the past few days.
He hated this, he felt weak and vulnerable, something that he has never felt before, but he couldn't help it. Even though he didn't like the way he felt he couldn't stop it and he hated that even more because even with all the power that he has, he can't stop his heart from breaking.
He didn't understand it, after all these years he thought that he loved Lana but now he realized that it was just an excuse. He didn't love her at all. All this time he loved someone else and just wouldn't admit it; to himself or any one else.
He was in love with someone that he could never have, someone so out of his league it wasn't even funny. He loved Lex Luthor and he knew that he could never have him. With this thought in mind, Clark cried himself to sleep.
