Ok I have gotten some views, but no review… that kind of hurts. But I don't seem to care as much as I thought seeing as how I am still going to go on with this story because this idea has been stuck in my head for months! And I refuse to let it go unheard, even if no one cares.

Chapter 6: Apology

I have no clue how long I cried, hours at the minimum. I had some visitors, refused to see them. I let my phone ring without answering. For days I only got out of bed to shower and sometimes eat. I could tell I had lost weight, which wasn't good. It wasn't until five days after the kiss that I actually stopped crying and talked to someone.

For some reason that day I actually got dressed and ventured out of my room. I walked through the halls, looking at portraits and décor.

"Jules?" I turned to see Lex.

"Hey..." I said quietly.

"I was beginning to wonder if you still lived here. I haven't seen you for days. You don't look to good… and I thought you were doing so well, after meeting Clark."

"She's dead Lex." I said quietly. "My mother, she... She's dead, and she's not coming back." I was trembling and crying again. I could tell Lex wasn't big on comforting, but he tried.

"Juliet listen, I know it must be hard on you right now to let people in, to actually care for someone. But running isn't going to help." Lex told me. I thanking him and whipped the tears from my face. Lex had to go to work and I found myself at the piano again, playing against the keys, losing myself in their sound and taking my feelings out of my heart and putting them unto the music. I played and played until suddenly, I just stopped and sat there, dizzy from the intensity of which I had been omitting.

"Seems to be a reoccurring coincidence, me finding you here at the piano." Clark's voice said.

I didn't turn to look at him. I just sat there, staring at the ivory and black keys

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, hoping he was still there, hoping he heard. It was silent for minutes. Assuming he left I started to walk away. But when I turned, Clark was standing there. I froze when I saw him.

"What happened? Did I do something?" He asked me

"No! It wasn't you at all! I just felt guilty I guess." I told him.

"Why?" Clark asked concerned,

I hesitated. "Because there I was, actually allowing myself happiness, then I thought of my mother, and finally came to the realization that she's dead." I said, and like magic, as soon as I said the word 'dead' tears came through my eyes and down my face. I quickly turned to and tried to prevent Clark from seeing me cry, but it was too late.

Clark came up to me and wrapped me in his arms. I didn't resist. I stopped crying, and it felt good to stop this time. I looked up at him, and tried to smile.

"God I hate crying." I said. He smiled at me, once again, there were the butterflies.

"Its ok, I understand." He told me sincerely.

I tried to smile back, but it was still hard. Then I noticed Clark looking me over.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good." He said.

"I think I just need to get out of this place for a while." And without a word, Clark took my hand and we headed for the door.