Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading my story! I haven't thanked y'all lately. It really means a lot that you take the time to read this. It was actually the first fanfiction that I ever wrote so it makes me SO happy to see people reading and enjoying it. Ok, so for this chapter I put a song with it. it's Sober by Kelly Clarkson. You don't have to listen to it while reading, but it adds some dramatic tone to it if you do =D thanks again guys!!!

Leaving Part 2

And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me

Oliver stared out the window of his jet and watched Metropolis fade away. He didn't think that he would ever return to Kansas. He didn't want to remember any of it. The Justice League wasn't a part of him anymore and that's the way he wanted it to be. He was going to rebuild his life and he was going to do that in Star City.

Nothing's real
Until you let go completely

Victor stepped off the train with his life packed into three suitcases. He looked around and stared at the tall buildings that surrounded him. He sighed. He had to start over now. It wasn't going to be easy but life hadn't been easy for him since the accident. He stepped forward and walked towards his new life; his life in Chicago.

So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

A.C. swam up to the unfamiliar beach. When he got to the shore he turned back to the ocean. He watched it. He let his memories disappear with each crashing wave. He wasn't the A.C. that he had been in Smallville. He refused to be that A.C. It was too painful. He was going to be a new A.C. in Florida.

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it's never really over

Bart sat in an alley of downtown Metropolis against a brick wall. He looked at a map of the U.S. Where could he go? Kansas had been the only place where he had ever felt at home with his abilities. Where could he go and help people while still being Bart Allen? He looked at every major city on the map. A city in the top left corner caught his eye; Seattle. He nodded and ran towards his new home.

Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no
Wake up

Becky walked into her parents' house. This was her last resort and it was painful to use it. There was a maid dusting the pictures on the wall. Becky smiled at her then she walked towards the stairs. She saw a door open at the top and Daniel stepped out. He walked down the stairs and nodded when he saw Becky. Daniel took his little sister into his arms and she started to cry into his shoulder.

Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am

Lex stood over his fire place. It was too warm for a fire, but there was something he needed to do. He started the fire and then walked to his desk. As he opened his brief case, his shoulders sank. He took the files out and walked to the fire place. One by one he burned the files. Oliver Queen, Rebecca Snyder, Chloe Sullivan. He stopped at the last one. He shook his head as he flipped through it. "What happened to us?" he said aloud, but he knew exactly what had happened. He closed the file and threw it into the fire with the rest. It was his last file on Clark Kent.

Three months and it's still harder now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months

Chloe walked into her apartment. She couldn't believe that she had gotten this job. She had only been working at the New York Times for a couple days, but something about it felt right. She was comfortable there. But there was something missing too. She opened a box of her stuff, ready to unpack, but stopped when she saw that it was her box of pictures. The one on top was a framed picture of her and Clark. It was the one that Lois had taken before her graduation. Clark was holding Chloe and they were both laughing and smiling at each other. The picture underneath reminded her of what was missing at the Times. It was the picture that she had taken at the Planet. Clark was in a Santa hat with a half grin on his face. It was Clark that was missing. Every time the door of the Times opened she expected Clark to walk in. Her hand began to shake and the picture fell. Chloe let herself slip to the ground and she cried.

Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up

Clark locked the door. He stepped off the porch and stared at the boarded up windows of the Kent farm. He knew it was empty inside. Everything he owned was in storage. He wanted to cry but in a way he felt free. He now knew what he had to do with his life. It wasn't going to be easy but he had to do this. Smallville wasn't his home anymore. It couldn't be. There was no one left in Smallville to keep him there. He took one last look at his childhood home. He sighed and then sped off, heading towards the arctic to begin the next step of his life; his first step to becoming Superman, his first step to becoming justice.

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers