Erythros
As crimson droplets clung to his thick lashes and quick, labored gasps escaped his throat, she found it increasingly difficult to stifle the sobs any longer. He was holding on for her sake. She knew he was prolonging his pain and she felt her heart shatter. His eyes seemed to have transformed into a deeper, cerulean blue, perhaps suggestive of his suffering. "Uniquely Clark," she thought lovingly, "just as the amount of pain he's willing to endure for others is uniquely Clark."
She lifted his strong hand to her cheek and the relished warmth radiating from it. Her knees were cut and bled from the shards of glass beneath her, but her body was devoid of any physical sensation as she knelt besides Clark. She ran her free hand through his disheveled raven locks unintermittedly, but somehow felt that it was helping her more than it was helping him.
He smiles. After all that's happened, all the inconceivable hell she'd put him through, he's smiling for her, doing the only thing he possibly can to reassure her wretched mind. There was blood staining his teeth and on the inside of his lips, contrasting his ashen-pale face. Unbelievable how beautiful he looked even on the brink of death.
"Everything is gonna be okay." he said soothingly, a smile still tugging the corners of his mouth.
She couldn't stand it any longer. Whatever facade of composure she was maintaining at that point ruptured into inconsolable grief.
It was all her fault.
The bitter mantra echoed in her mind with every deafening beat of her heart. She remembered the venomous things she'd said to him when he'd told her. She remembered the wounded shock; the watering of his eyes and profound look of hurt etched on his face before he'd turned around, timidly looked back once, and shuffled out the door. She hadn't been interested in an explanation. She wanted to find the rest of the answers for herself, on her own. She'd deserved that much, didn't she? After all he'd put her through, after all the secrecy about something she deserved to know about, that directly related to her- she deserved to find out more. But she'd discovered too much for her own good. She thought she was strong enough to handle everything Clark was hiding. She thought wrong. She'd trusted the wrong person, involved the wrong man, and Clark was paying for it with his life.
Clark's arduous, staccato whisper abruptly snaps her out of her reverie.
"I love you. I…I've always…loved y-you. And I always will."
And she loved him. She wasn't sure he realized it. She was always sure she was fond of him, always sure she'd had a juvenile crush on him despite her involvement with other males throughout high school, and he was most certainly her most precious friend, but only now did she realize how devastatingly deep and intimate her love for him was. Only now did she realize the overwhelming sacrifice he'd bear for the people he loved. She kept opening her mouth to reply, but in her desperation kept choking and sputtering incomprehensibly. She resolutely gathered her strength and opened her mouth to reply once more, but stopped short.
He was already gone.
As crimson droplets clung to his thick lashes and quick, labored gasps escaped his throat, she found it increasingly difficult to stifle the sobs any longer. He was holding on for her sake. She knew he was prolonging his pain and she felt her heart shatter. His eyes seemed to have transformed into a deeper, cerulean blue, perhaps suggestive of his suffering. "Uniquely Clark," she thought lovingly, "just as the amount of pain he's willing to endure for others is uniquely Clark."
She lifted his strong hand to her cheek and the relished warmth radiating from it. Her knees were cut and bled from the shards of glass beneath her, but her body was devoid of any physical sensation as she knelt besides Clark. She ran her free hand through his disheveled raven locks unintermittedly, but somehow felt that it was helping her more than it was helping him.
He smiles. After all that's happened, all the inconceivable hell she'd put him through, he's smiling for her, doing the only thing he possibly can to reassure her wretched mind. There was blood staining his teeth and on the inside of his lips, contrasting his ashen-pale face. Unbelievable how beautiful he looked even on the brink of death.
"Everything is gonna be okay." he said soothingly, a smile still tugging the corners of his mouth.
She couldn't stand it any longer. Whatever facade of composure she was maintaining at that point ruptured into inconsolable grief.
It was all her fault.
The bitter mantra echoed in her mind with every deafening beat of her heart. She remembered the venomous things she'd said to him when he'd told her. She remembered the wounded shock; the watering of his eyes and profound look of hurt etched on his face before he'd turned around, timidly looked back once, and shuffled out the door. She hadn't been interested in an explanation. She wanted to find the rest of the answers for herself, on her own. She'd deserved that much, didn't she? After all he'd put her through, after all the secrecy about something she deserved to know about, that directly related to her- she deserved to find out more. But she'd discovered too much for her own good. She thought she was strong enough to handle everything Clark was hiding. She thought wrong. She'd trusted the wrong person, involved the wrong man, and Clark was paying for it with his life.
Clark's arduous, staccato whisper abruptly snaps her out of her reverie.
"I love you. I…I've always…loved y-you. And I always will."
And she loved him. She wasn't sure he realized it. She was always sure she was fond of him, always sure she'd had a juvenile crush on him despite her involvement with other males throughout high school, and he was most certainly her most precious friend, but only now did she realize how devastatingly deep and intimate her love for him was. Only now did she realize the overwhelming sacrifice he'd bear for the people he loved. She kept opening her mouth to reply, but in her desperation kept choking and sputtering incomprehensibly. She resolutely gathered her strength and opened her mouth to reply once more, but stopped short.
He was already gone.