I felt the rain falling but I paid it no mind. My whole being was centered upon Lana Lang and the naked pain that I glimpsed in her smoky hazel eyes. Her emotions showed lucid in the windows of her very soul and the real Lana Lang was revealed to my eyes, she was still beautiful to me. She had loved me from afar. I had always thought that she saw me only as Clark, her good friend but not now. I knew the truth of her feelings for me. As we stood under the gloomy, rain soaked skies, Lana saw me as the only one who loved her for what was locked up on the inside of her tortured heart. I felt just as vulnerable as she did. The world didn't exist for me; it was just we. I was sorely tempted to hold out my arms to her so that I could envelope her in the love that I felt for her but my arms stayed silent and by my side they stayed. She then turned her back to me and I felt something tear through my heart. Despite my intense affections for her, Lana was choosing to stay with the man that held the very key to her prison but was too afraid to let her go. She was forever trapped in the façade that was Lana Lang. She turned away from her heart's freedoms. The rain fell upon me but I wanted to drown in the torrents that ran in rivulets down my face. I became numb. I sent her one last plea with my eyes but her back intercept the message so I just walked away from the single object of my affections. I walked away from my dreams and nothing could ease the pain of losing what I had wanted for so long. Tears fell but no one saw. Loneliness is the only pain of a hero.