I saw the sadness in her eyes as she watched them. I was hidden in Clark's shadow just like I always was. I silently willed her to look away because the pain would break her but she didn't hear my wordless pleas. She was too lovesick to me. No one ever listened to me but I knew. I knew that Clark would never see Chloe as the sexy and beautiful person that she was and I also knew that Clark and Lana would never be. The guy in the background has amazing insights that stay buried because no one wants to hear them. Even if Whitney left, Lana would remain faithful to the quarterback but no one was going to ask my opinion of the situation at hand. I watched her heart crumble in his hands but he remained oblivious. Lana turned her back on him and he reciprocated the action to Chloe. I saw the darkness cloud her eyes as she came to the realization that he would never love her as more than a friend as she walked away with tears streaming down her lovely porcelain skin. She tore out of the cemetery, fleeing from the scene of her heartbreak. I took my time getting to my car and I drove off in search of her. I saw the oversized pick up and the mangled compact car but hardly gave it a second glance. I took the detour hoping to catch a glimpse of Chloe's pile of junk car. I flashed back to the pain I saw in her eyes and I hated him for hurting her like that but no one would see that hatred. I was just Pete.
Sorry so short
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