This is the last chapter of this story. This wasn't meant to be a long story, sorry to say. I just had this idea in my head after Chloe found out Clark's secret of what would happen if she told. I thought it would be neat to write a story from Chloe's point of view showing how and why it came about. I hope you enjoyed it.

I've got another story in the works, but it might take a while before I get it posted. I've found that writeing the story completely and then posting it works better than posting it as I write it. Thanks for reading!

---------------------PRESENT

He hadn't come back, not until today. I had never thought that I'd see him again, but for some reason he had come back. He'd brought with him all the memories that I'd buried and had never wanted to dig up again back.

I recalled that last time I'd seen him again and realized that I'd turned Clark into the cold, no longer forgiving, cynic man that had come to see me today. I had single handedly ruined one of the most model personalities in the world.

I'd meant what I'd said to Clark: I was sorry that Lana had died. Despite my overwhelming jealousy of her, I'd always considered her a good friend. Clark was right; what it all boiled down to was that I'd killed her. It might not have been my intention, but it was still my fault.

I wonder where Clark has been hiding all these years. I know he's still in Metropolis for Superman still is. It wouldn't be hard to find him now that I know his new name-but I won't and he knows I won't. I don't think that he cares if I even do anyway. The façade that he has created now means nothing to him. It probably wouldn't matter to him if he had to take a new name and life again; after all, he already lost the one he loves.

Clark won't fall in love again. I saw it in his eyes at Lana's funeral. He gave that part of himself to her and when she died, it died too. As surely as Lana is dead and buried, so is that part of him.

------------------------FLASHBACK

The sky was cloudy and dark; a certain precursor of the rain to come. It didn't surprise Chloe. She couldn't remember going to a funeral where it was sunny.

The service had been long and so terribly fake. All Chloe had done was watch Clark as he stared blankly ahead. That was the last appearance of Clark Kent as himself.

Even now there was no closure to be had for him. The reporters swarmed the funeral of what they called "Superman's bride to be". Only by the efforts of the police were they kept from entering the church.

Clark had sat at the front, whispers surrounding him. His parents had sat beside him, refusing to yield to the emotions, but only trying to be there for their son.

After the service the reporters had to be pushed away so that the coffin could be carried out and the funeral precession to the graveyard could begin. Even then they followed along like vultures waiting for a scrap of juicy tabloid-material meat.

Once everyone had assembled in the graveyard, the casket had begun to be lowered into the earth. Clark's expression remained blank and detached, but so haunting, as if he longed to throw himself into that hole with her.

The minister had said a few words, once again-nothing moving as he hadn't even known Lana. Then the service had officially been declared closed. Chloe had gone to seek out Clark, but she hadn't been able to find him.

The Kents wouldn't even look at her and she didn't blame them. She was shocked that she'd even been allowed to come to the service. She supposed it was the fact that Lana had made a will and on it she'd included Chloe. That was something that would haunt Chloe until the day she died. Besides, she felt dirty and fake even being here, but a part of her felt she had to be.

Knowing that she wouldn't find Clark, she headed back to her car just as the rain began to fall. "The sky is crying," she thought, "And with good reason."

------------------------PRESENT

I put my things away and headed for the shower. That was just what I needed right now: A warm soothing shower.

As I was readying myself for my shower I got to thinking. Why would Superman bother to still protect the city that had betrayed him so? The only explanation that I could come up with was that perhaps he wasn't as cynic as I thought. Perhaps he still believed that the civilians of Metropolis were good people.

I let out a sigh as I stepped into the warm water. Clark had completely disappeared after the funeral. Probably his parents knew where he was, but other than that I believed that one knew.

I wet my hair down and rubbed some shampoo into it. I wished that the memories would go away. Perhaps Clark had been right to start new. A new name, a new identity: No one knew enough about you to judge.

What would have happened if I hadn't betrayed Clark? I wonder about that every day. My betrayal was a quid pro quo, only the exchange was not equal. I got Clark and Lana's separation in exchange for my friendship with both. I came out on the loosing end for certain, although I'm not sure there was a winning end, really.

I knew that I'd never see Clark again. His last visit to me in the Daily Planet was just that: A last visit. It was his way of saying goodbye and showing me what had become of him.

The water cascaded through my hair, rinsing it clean. I stepped from the shower and began to dry myself with a towel. His last visit had been a separation. He was truly done with his old life; with Clark Kent.

Steam from the shower was filling the bathroom. As I wrapped the towel around me, I looked into the mirror. Staring back at me was a young woman who was blond and attractive but clearly not happy.

I frowned at my image, for I didn't like what I saw. What could have changed me, I wondered. To me it was obvious that even if I hadn't exposed Clark and remained his friend, I still wouldn't have been happy. So what would it have taken?

It would have taken Clark. Perhaps that was the real reason that I betrayed him. Maybe the engagement was only a catalyst that set everything in motion. I had wanted what I couldn't have and in my subconscious-or maybe not so subconscious-jealousy I'd made sure that if I couldn't have it, then no one else could either.

I sighed and looked in the mirror again. More sincere than I had been in years, I whispered, "Wherever you are, and whatever you're doing, I hope you're happy, Clark. I love you."

The words weren't enough and I knew that. Nothing would ever be enough to fix what I had destroyed.

THE END