A/N: Thanks for reviewing. I hope you like the next part to this story.
And before I go any further, I have to inform you that this story is
totally AU and is from the very deep crevices of my mind. (It's scary
there. I should know.)
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CHAPTER TWO
Last night, Chloe Sullivan had walked out of his life and moved away. She didn't even tell him where exactly it was that she was going. She had been discreet. The only thing that he had been informed of was that it wasn't Metropolis, but it was another city not unlike Metropolis.
In fact, she didn't even tell him about the move until her dad and her belongings were in a moving truck.
Out of the corner of his eye, Clark saw the framed photos on top of his dresser. One was of his family, one of him and Lex, one of him, Lana, and Pete, and finally, the one of Chloe. Not wanting to see the cheerful smile of a reminder of the friendship that had just disintegrated the night before, Clark angrily swiped everything off the dresser and onto the floor with his bare arms. The glass broke and the frames came apart with the sudden impact. Not yet calm, Clark took out a pile of articles that Chloe had written and tore them into tattered ruins. No, no more reminders. At least none that he could think of as of yet.
The anger gradually receded until it was no more and Clark was left collapsed on the floor beside his bed. Sobs racked his body and rendered him helpless.
So many questions. Why did Chloe move? How come she didn't tell him why? Or where? All unanswered. Maybe unanswered forever.
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CHAPTER TWO
Last night, Chloe Sullivan had walked out of his life and moved away. She didn't even tell him where exactly it was that she was going. She had been discreet. The only thing that he had been informed of was that it wasn't Metropolis, but it was another city not unlike Metropolis.
In fact, she didn't even tell him about the move until her dad and her belongings were in a moving truck.
Out of the corner of his eye, Clark saw the framed photos on top of his dresser. One was of his family, one of him and Lex, one of him, Lana, and Pete, and finally, the one of Chloe. Not wanting to see the cheerful smile of a reminder of the friendship that had just disintegrated the night before, Clark angrily swiped everything off the dresser and onto the floor with his bare arms. The glass broke and the frames came apart with the sudden impact. Not yet calm, Clark took out a pile of articles that Chloe had written and tore them into tattered ruins. No, no more reminders. At least none that he could think of as of yet.
The anger gradually receded until it was no more and Clark was left collapsed on the floor beside his bed. Sobs racked his body and rendered him helpless.
So many questions. Why did Chloe move? How come she didn't tell him why? Or where? All unanswered. Maybe unanswered forever.