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Chapter Four: The Plan
Chloe dressed into clean pyjamas and climbed into bed. As she brushed her blonde hair in front of her vanity mirror, she wondered how on earth she would be able to get past Clark without hurting him. She was going crazy and she knew it… But she didn't know why…but she was still going to go through with it. Chloe caught Clark's figure in the doorway in her mirror, she turned around her cheeks burning with guilt, and she hoped he couldn't see through her rouse. Clark's eyes had a way at looking through her like no other…
"Hey, do you feel any better?" Clark asked resting his hand on her shoulder. He meant for it to be a friendly gesture but the soft skin felt electric by his touch. He couldn't help but rub her smooth skin gently, she felt so warm and it had been forever since he had remembered how soft and vulnerable Chloe really was.
"Yeah," Chloe said quickly as she chewed her fingernails, "Much better."
She couldn't help it. She picked up the trait from Gretchen when she was possessed by her, and now, instead of drinking like her cousin when she was nervous, she chewed her nails.
Clark picked up on the action and was about to say something but his eyes glancing down anxiously spoke volumes more than words could. Noticing his concern, Chloe stopped chewing and grinned feeling foolish.
"Chloe," Clark said staring at Chloe intensely, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Chloe wanted to give in, she wanted to tell him everything…but she couldn't. She just wanted to forget the painful memories, and she could this way.
"Yes," Chloe said trying to keep her voice in check, "I'm fine." She was lying through her teeth and she knew it. Clark's lips curved in a small sad smile and then he walked out of the room. Suddenly, a foot out of the door, he turned back to Chloe while she caught his reflection in her mirror.
"Chloe," he said hesitantly as Chloe's heart thudded. Her full attention was enough recognition to continue.
"…If you need to talk," he said gently, realizing he was getting emotional and sounding anxious, he straightened up sounding knowing. His eyes narrowed at her calculatingly. "You know I'm here."
He wanted to add 'right' into the sentence, hoping her answer would be yes. Yes, she did know he was here, and he trusted her. But, Chloe wouldn't talk, so now all he could do was trust her. Trust that she was going to be okay. Clark left the room quietly, the air seemed somewhat thick and heavy like the whole world was falling down on them both.
I'm sorry, Clark.
Chloe climbed into her bed, fully aware Clark was in the lounge keeping watch of her, knowing that he would hear every footstep that she made and every tear that she cried. But somehow, he would forgive her eventually.