A/N: I'm really not that happy with this chapter so I might come back and re-do it at some point, I'll let you know. Also, thank you to all of you who said you liked the description of my last fic. Unfortunately that was a one-shot, so a lot of description could be used, as this is part of a story I'm gonna have to use slightly less. But hopefully what I do write will be of the same standard.

Disclaimer: …I also have Hayden Christensen and Ewan McGregor down there…

His kisses flowed like wine, intoxicating, mesmerizing. Lois had never known such a perfect feeling. Her heart was soaring. Pure joy surged through her veins. No, not joy, love. Love like she never thought capable. Just for that moment it felt like time had stopped. It felt as if there was nothing else in the whole universe, just her, the stars and the man she loved.

Clark adorned his hand in her hair. Her beautiful soft hair. He'd never felt so happy as he did at that moment. It had taken him five minutes to get his feet back on the ground.

Her lips pressed against his, full of tenderness, compassion, love. And how he loved her. He loved her more than there are stars in the sky or grains of sand on the beach. And finally he knew, she felt the same.

Again their lips met and again there souls intertwined. The scene was perfect Lois thought. Juliet had found her Romeo. But as she smiled at this image of herself another thought broke into her mind. She had forgotten Paris. Oh no…No, no…

"No." She immediately pulled away, causing Clark to stumble forward.

"No, no, no…" Lois repeated as she walked away from the window. Her head hurt from the volume of thoughts rushing through it.

I shouldn't have done that. Why did I do that? How could I have been so stupid? What do I do know? I can't leave. I have to leave. I love him. I can't love him. I can't let myself love him. Oh for the love of Christ pull yourself together Lane!

Clark could see something was giving her anguish. Had he done something wrong? Why had she pulled away?

"Lois?" He asked, moving slowly towards her.

She looked down at the floor; she couldn't bear to face him. "I can't do this Clark." Her voice was breaking. "I, I have to go." She turned towards the door.

"Lois wait!"

Clark had already lost Lana that day; he wasn't going to loose Lois as well. Especially after it had taken him so long to find her. He ran over to her and, taking her by the shoulders, turned her to face him.

The difference in their expressions couldn't have been more apparent. His face showed emotion, confusion, uncertainty. Her face was cold and impassive.

Don't stop me Smallville.

"I don't understand." He began.

"Just exactly what is there to understand Clark?" Her voice was not as emotionless as her face. She cursed it for giving her feelings away. "I'm engaged Clark, to Lex. In a few months time I'm going to be Mrs. Lex Luthor! That's what you have to understand. I have to go."

She shrugged Clark's hands off her shoulders, not daring to look him in the eye. Just get out Lois, she thought to herself. This isn't fair on anyone. Don't put yourself through the pain again. Just leave.

Lois had long ago decided to take orders only from her mind; her heart was too fragile to listen to. Lex won't be able to hurt you, she reminded herself. And you won't be able to hurt him.

Clark knew what she was doing; she'd made the mistake of telling him, what now seemed like a lifetime ago. A lifetime ago, when they'd sit and just talk. Talk about anything. She always saved her problems for him. He knew Lois better than she knew herself, and that's what made this reality all the more painful.

"You don't love Lex." He shouted after her.

Lois stopped dead in her tracks.

"Love has nothing to with this Smallville."

He was right of course. She didn't love Lex, but that was the whole point. She didn't love Lex and, as such, couldn't be hurt by him. It made sense, at least to her.

Clark, however, didn't plan on giving her up without a fight. He strode up to her and cupped her head in his hands. He wasn't going to make it easy for her to leave.

"How can you say that?" He willed her to look at him, but Lois merely kept her gaze on the ground.

"How can you say that Lois? After everything we've been through, after everything I've been through. I see you and Lex together and I can't stand it. I've tried to pretend it doesn't matter, that I don't care but I can't. Lois I love you, but I can't understand why you won't allow yourself to feel the same way."

She was still avoiding eye contact, her face like thunder. Clark knew there was only one thing left for him to do.

"Lois, look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me."

Lois looked Clark straight in the eye. Her conviction was clear. Ever since she was six Lois had being lying about her true feelings. This time was no different. Her voice was cold, almost robotic.

"I don't love you Clark."

She turned and left, never once looking back. Clark watched her leave, with a sensation in his chest that was worse than any kryptonite.