The orange glow of the setting sun on the horizon highlighted the gloom and lonely atmosphere inside the Kent house. Diana took a deep breath before she slowly turned the doorknob of the front door. It was the time she had been dreading; but she still forced herself to enter the house.

She took a step inside the house. There was no sound at all. The stairs to the bedrooms stood in front of her while the entrance to the living room was to her left. Beside the stairs and past the hallway was the entrance to the kitchen and dining table. She headed to the entrance on her left towards the living room.

What once was a lively place turned lifeless when Diana noticed the emptiness in the room. There were dusts piled up on the furniture; even the leather couch that faced the television. Next to her was another drawer where, as well as dusts, the top of the drawer was decorated with pictures: mainly of the Kents; and then her and Clark. It was as if she was going back in time as she stared at the pictures. She saw the life and happiness the pictures caught: her husband's childhood with his parents. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of her husband as a child- with a massive grin on his face as he sported a red cape on his shoulders- unaware then that it would be part of his future. Besides from his photos from childhood, there were also photos of her and Clark before and after they were married: including during their wedding. She took one certain picture from the shelf: Clark was grinning at the picture, her arms around his neck from behind him, smiling at the camera. Behind them, was an overview look of the farm…


"Diana?!"

Diana turned around to the sound from behind her. She sat on the water tank located just outside the Smallville town centre and by the Kent's farm. She wanted a quiet time for herself and sitting on the water tank seemed like the most peaceful idea she thought of. She hadn't realised how long she had been on it but it seemed she had been there for a while since Clark was already looking for her.

She saw that Clark was by the cornfield, his head turning from different sides and shouting her name. Diana gave out a small call to him, "Clark! I'm over here!"

Clark's head shot up and finally, he saw her. She had intended to jump from the water tank but Clark instead, flew to her. She looked around; there was nobody there to see him fly. Slowly, he sat next to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Thinking."

"About?"

"About us."

Clark stared at her with curiosity in his eyes then asked, "Are you okay?"

Diana nodded, "I was just wondering… this 'dating' stuff is all so new to me, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Especially since, it's with you…"

Clark grinned. He shook his head and replied, "You don't have to do anything."

"What?"

"Contrary to what people say, a relationship doesn't have to be complicated. Not unless you make it to be."

"But the fact alone that we are from different worlds; and that we're not like other people is enough to say-"

"But we don't have to think about that," he smiled, "being with each other is enough."

"I don't understand…"

"People's heads are filled with their own ideas of how romance should be; how strong love for one another can overcome the biggest obstacles. And partly, it's because that's how society made it to be- with books, movies and plays." He laughed, "relationships doesn't have to end in tragedy for it to be the greatest love story in the world; not like Romeo and Juliet."

"Romeo… and Juliet?"

"The point is Diana," he stroked her cheek, "sometimes the simplest relationships between lovers can be the best love story you've ever heard," he took her hand, "and right now, ours is the greatest love story I've ever seen."

Diana smiled. She closed her eyes and kissed Clark on the cheek. He blushed.

"What was that for?" Clark asked.

"You make it seem so easy Clark," she stroke his cheek, "and that's one of the things I like about you."

Clark smiled. He reached for his pockets and grabbed his phone. Diana raised her eyebrows as she stared at him.

"Here." Clark pressed a couple of buttons on his phone screen.

"What are you doing?"

Clark lifts the phone above them and positioned it so that the screen faced them. The phone screen was recording them as they moved.

"We're taking a picture together," Clark said, "as a reminder of how simple our relationship is."

"How is it a reminder?"

"Every couple I know and have seen always do these things, so I thought why not us?"

And so, Diana wrapped her arms around Clark's neck as she smiled at the camera. Clark pressed a button on his phone and took a shot of their special moment.


Diana placed the photo frame back on the shelf and left towards her husband's room upstairs. Once inside Clark's old bedroom, she was overwhelmed with the feeling of loneliness and longing for him again.

Everything in the room made her think of Clark: his bed, his clothes in the wardrobe and his old telescope. And so she sat on Clark's old bed, grabbed a pillow and buried her face on it. It smelled so much like him: that old country farm smell mixed with the smell of cheap aftershave he always used. She smelt his scent for a little bit longer until… she cried silently as her face was buried on the pillow.


"I am really sorry for your loss Mrs Kent. I imagine this must be really hard on you."

The brown haired man whose hazel eyes hid behind his horn rimmed glasses spoke in front of Diana as she sipped a cup of her coffee. The realtor, named Adam Kyle, had arrived that morning to speak to Diana about her plans for the farm. His sudden arrival surprised Diana; and so she was forced to invite him inside the house for a cup of coffee in the dining room. Since Clark owned the deeds to the house, handed to him by his parents, he had every right to decide what to do with the farm; but after his death due to the attack on Metropolis, Diana, being Clark's wife, then became responsible for the ownership of the farm.

Diana didn't face the realtor as he spoke, she continued with drinking her coffee instead.

The realtor, however, continued, "But as the remaining and legal owner of the farm, you have to decide what to do with the farm. There are lots of estate agencies eager to buy and sell this farm-"

"I will decide what happens with the farm when I decide I feel like it."

"Uu-um…" Kyle fixed his glasses as he nervously argued, "I'm sorry Mrs Kent but as I said-"

"I'm now the legal owner of the farm right?" Diana glanced at him.

"Y-yes…"

"I have no obligation to terminate my claim on the farm right?"

"We-well no but-"

"Then I decided what to do with the farm." Diana shot him a piercing look, "And I decide whenever I like it!"

"But Mrs Kent, I don't understand. I thought you called me here to discuss your plans of selling this farm."

"I called you here to tell you that whatever happens to the farm is dependent on my decision alone. I heard that you've already been showcasing the farm to real estate agencies."

"You have to understand Mrs Kent that this farm is dying without anyone to properly care for it. You will surely lose a lot of money."

"Money is of no concern to me. What I want is time- time to decide." Diana argued, "But if you keep on showcasing the farm, it's as if I've already decided to sell it. Right now, I am keeping the farm. End of discussion."

"Mrs Kent please-"

"Please leave… Now!"


Her conversation with the realtor certainly didn't ease her longing for her husband. The idea of selling the house her husband and his family before him worked so hard for over the years, was insulting to their memory. And since she carried the "Kent" name, she found it her duty to take care of the farm- letting go of a memory of her husband, even just one, was painful for her.

Diana was brewing another batch of coffee from the old coffee machine when there was a knock on the kitchen door. She opened the door and saw her red-headed friend; as well as Clark's best friend- Lana Lang.

"Hello Diana." Lana smiled.

"Lana," Diana forced a smile, "it's a surprise to see you here. I heard you were going back to Metropolis?"

"How can I? Especially when I heard about…."

Lana was careful with her words; she didn't want to upset the wife Clark had left behind.

"It's okay Lana," Diana said, "I'm happy that you're here."

"Actually…. That's not the only reason why I couldn't go to Metropolis."

"Why is that?"

Lana stared into Diana's eyes, "Because whenever someone in the streets of Metropolis, or in the world, talks about him, just makes me remember how it's too painful to lose a friend like him."

"Clark? I didn't realise a lot of people know-"

And then Diana got it; what Lana was implying when she said those words.

"You know?" Diana asked, "How?"

Lana smiled, "I grew up with Clark; and every time there was an unusual save here in Smallville, I've had my suspicions of him. To be honest, I was waiting for him to tell me himself… but I guess it's too late now…"

"What made you confirm your suspicions?"

"When Superman and Clark die at the same time, "Lana replied, "It's not hard to put two and two together. I don't believe Clark Kent died because of debris falling on him. He's too careful to let himself be in that situation, not unless he was saving someone. He always was a bad liar anyway."

"Clark would've gladly jumped in front of falling debris if it meant saving someone." Diana said.

Diana smiled at the thought then nodded to Lana, "Do you want to come in?"


Diana handed Lana a cup of coffee by the dining table; after which, she sat on the chair next to Lana. Lana, on the other hand, gladly took the cup and wrapped her hands around it. There was silence between the two for a while; both of them, unable to start the conversation.

"I know it's pointless of me to ask 'How are you?' when clearly, you're not," Lana began, "not a lot of people are. And don't worry; I won't act as if you need all the care in the world."

Diana forced a laughed, "I think I can handle myself."

"But I will act as your friend," Lana continued, "because I am. Clark was my best friend; his family is my family- you and Clark's child."

Diana sighed, "I'm grateful for your sentiment but I'd rather be myself for this-"

"No one wants to be by themselves, especially at times like this," Lana placed her hand over Diana's, "I assume you've already shut out the rest of the Justice League, you can't shut me out too."

Diana's head shot up. She was bewildered by what Lana had just said, because all throughout the time she and Lana had spent, she had never once mentioned or shown her other identity to Lana.

Lana smiled weakly, "You're Wonder Woman right?"

Diana was inclined to ask Lana how she knew; but Diana knew it was pointless since she already knew the truth, no matter how, she already knew.

"How?"

"As I said," Lana replied, "Clark always was a bad liar. I mean marrying someone he just met from a job report in Greece? That's unlike the shy Clark I know… I've had my thoughts from the moment he told me the story."

Diana simply nodded and took a sip of coffee from her cup.

"How many of those have you drunk?" Lana asked.

"I'm not sure," Diana shook her head, I can only imagine a lot."

"That's probably why you haven't had proper sleep these days," Lana carefully pulled Diana's cup away from her, "you look like you've just been run over by a truck; even though that's impossible. You need to rest- some proper sleep. I'll have to ask you to lay off of coffee for now."

"And just because you're Wonder Woman doesn't mean you can just overpower me in this," Lana eyed her, "you're still my friend and my best friend's wife; which means I have to look after you, especially since you're carrying his child."

Lana took Diana's cup and placed it beside the sink.

"Lana," Diana called out, "you told me once how you lost your father in an accident… How did you deal with the loss?"

Lana sighed and walked back to her chair, "I didn't. Even now I'm still grieving. But I realised… I need to move on to the future he wanted me to have. I love my father too much to disappoint him even beyond death. I'm still trying to live the happy future he wanted me to have."

"And you should too Diana," Lana placed her hand on Diana's shoulder, "you need to move on for the sake of you and your child. Clark needs you to move on because your child needs you; and because the world needs Wonder Woman."

"Clark was the only man I've ever loved."

"I know."

"I miss him so much."

"I know."

"And I've never felt this way about anyone before; I loved him so much," Diana said, "and I just know I'll never love this way again. Which is why I'm afraid to move on, I want to hold on… to him."

Tears flowed down Diana's cheek as she spoke; and Lana saw it.

"Diana…"

Lana hugged her friend tightly who cried on her shoulder, "I miss him too… so much."


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