Part 4

"I'm not hidding anything," Clark said as they kept walking.

"Why must you lie to me," Lana responded facing him.

He looked down, they kept walking.

"Don't you ever want to be together Clark? Don't you want me Clark?" Lana stopped him. She turned his body sideways so they could both look at each other. His head was down... hidding.
"Why won't you tell me...," tears started building in her eys. She didn't understand it! It seemed so childish to keep such a secret.

Clark didn't say anything. He sighed and kept walking. "Come on, we're almost there."

She grabbed him from behind. "Are we Clark!?" She screamed at him. "Why are you doing this to me! Us!?"

Clark grabbed her shoulders. He couldn't tell her, it hurt too much to hold it in. He had to tell her something. "If I told you, it would make you re-think everything you've ever believe! It would tear your heart and soul and discard it like yesterday's trash! If I told you this secret I would destroy your fragile frame Lana. I know your strong, but you've gone through so much already in your life," Clark looked away for a second as the tears built. He couldn't believe he was saything this. "It would questions your parents death. It would question the hope you put on that necklace. It would question your faith in people. It would question your feelings for me." He turned his head again and looked away from her. "You think it's hard for you to not know this secret," he let her go and stood up straight. "Keeping this a secret hurts me more, than you could ever imagine," and with that Clark started walking in the opposite direction of home. He could always find his way back later....

Lana just stood there. She was lost for words, lost for thought. She fell to her knees as she watched Clark leave. Her world felt destroyed, and yet she didn't hate him. She decided home could wait, for right now she wanted to try and figure out where she really was.

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Allan walked up and saw his house. He smiled at the comfort of it. Today was a good day, a very good day. He felt that he had many more days to come, as the Kansas sun came down upon his face. The warmth felt good. It was always special... to find your way back home.

-The end