Finding out
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I own nothing*
*as long as I have one person reviewing each chapter, I will do my best to keep writing this story*
*if you know any good smallville websites, please e-mail the addresses to them*
*the lyrics are to "Falls Apart" by Sugar Ray*
Chloe's p.o.v.
I had to keep walking.
I also had to stop crying.
I didn't even realize I was until I could only see blurs. I doubt I was even that far from the school, but at that point I didn't have the best grasp of what was going on around me.
I didn't even feel him grab my arm, and I could barely make out his face as he pulled me towards him.
****
Clark's p.o.v.
I had to know what was going on. I needed her to talk to me.
Then I saw her crying.
The only other time I had seen Chloe cry was when she was five
and her cat got ran over by a car. She only shed a few tears then
made me promise never to tell anyone. This was different.
She was bawling like there was no tomorrow, but quietly enough
to not attract any attention, not that there was anyone around
besides me; the school was empty.
The scary thing was that she didn't realize that she was bawling.
She just kept walking like everything was normal.
When I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me, it seemed as if
I was her out of the little world of sorrow she seemed to be so lost
in.
"Clark?" she seemed to be surprised.
"Chloe, everything is going to OK."
With that said, she fell into my arms and continued to cry. After
about a minute she started telling what was going on; the phone
call, and the picture.
I asked if I could see the picture.
Between seeing her crying like that, and then seeing this picture, it
took all my strength to hold her and not cry myself.
****
Chloe's p.o.v.
This was too much. I needed to just let go of reality to a certain
extent. So while in Clark's arms, I found some peace and
reassurance.
She falls apart by herself
No ones there to talk or understand
Feels sustained, dries here eyes
Finds herself, opens the door inside
People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasteful
Runaway runaway
Hold, hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
You walk along by yourself
There's no sound, nothing is changing
Been gone away, left you there
Emptiness is nothing you can't share
All those words that hurt you
More than you would let it show
Comes apart, by yourself
All is well and everything is wasted
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Sometimes we'll feel around and this dance instead can't be down
All the sound of me on my own
Any sound of me again it's time away surround around a friend
I know where I know where no where to runaway
She falls apart, no one there
Hold her hand, it seems to disappear
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasted
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Runaway Runaway
Hold (Want) hold you (Want) but your going away
But your leaving today, but your leaving today
Clark walked me home and asked me if I was still going to the dance that night. I told him that I was.
Then I had a brilliant idea.
As he was walking away, I yelled out, "And maybe I can pull you away from Lana long enough for one full song?"
He smiled his amazing smile and yelled back, "I promise."
After he left I wondered how many more up and down/ down and up days it would take before I would be able to get a Prozac prescription.
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I own nothing*
*as long as I have one person reviewing each chapter, I will do my best to keep writing this story*
*if you know any good smallville websites, please e-mail the addresses to them*
*the lyrics are to "Falls Apart" by Sugar Ray*
Chloe's p.o.v.
I had to keep walking.
I also had to stop crying.
I didn't even realize I was until I could only see blurs. I doubt I was even that far from the school, but at that point I didn't have the best grasp of what was going on around me.
I didn't even feel him grab my arm, and I could barely make out his face as he pulled me towards him.
****
Clark's p.o.v.
I had to know what was going on. I needed her to talk to me.
Then I saw her crying.
The only other time I had seen Chloe cry was when she was five
and her cat got ran over by a car. She only shed a few tears then
made me promise never to tell anyone. This was different.
She was bawling like there was no tomorrow, but quietly enough
to not attract any attention, not that there was anyone around
besides me; the school was empty.
The scary thing was that she didn't realize that she was bawling.
She just kept walking like everything was normal.
When I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me, it seemed as if
I was her out of the little world of sorrow she seemed to be so lost
in.
"Clark?" she seemed to be surprised.
"Chloe, everything is going to OK."
With that said, she fell into my arms and continued to cry. After
about a minute she started telling what was going on; the phone
call, and the picture.
I asked if I could see the picture.
Between seeing her crying like that, and then seeing this picture, it
took all my strength to hold her and not cry myself.
****
Chloe's p.o.v.
This was too much. I needed to just let go of reality to a certain
extent. So while in Clark's arms, I found some peace and
reassurance.
She falls apart by herself
No ones there to talk or understand
Feels sustained, dries here eyes
Finds herself, opens the door inside
People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasteful
Runaway runaway
Hold, hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
You walk along by yourself
There's no sound, nothing is changing
Been gone away, left you there
Emptiness is nothing you can't share
All those words that hurt you
More than you would let it show
Comes apart, by yourself
All is well and everything is wasted
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Sometimes we'll feel around and this dance instead can't be down
All the sound of me on my own
Any sound of me again it's time away surround around a friend
I know where I know where no where to runaway
She falls apart, no one there
Hold her hand, it seems to disappear
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasted
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway
(Want) Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Runaway Runaway
Hold (Want) hold you (Want) but your going away
But your leaving today, but your leaving today
Clark walked me home and asked me if I was still going to the dance that night. I told him that I was.
Then I had a brilliant idea.
As he was walking away, I yelled out, "And maybe I can pull you away from Lana long enough for one full song?"
He smiled his amazing smile and yelled back, "I promise."
After he left I wondered how many more up and down/ down and up days it would take before I would be able to get a Prozac prescription.