"There is something I need to tell you. I should have told you a long time ago." Clark tells her.

"What is it?" Lana asks, getting off the couch and sitting on the table in front of Clark.

"I'm from another planet."

"What! Clark!" Lana giggles and playfully shoves him. "No, seriously, what is it?" She then notices his expression remains serious.

Clark takes her hand in his and looks into her face. "My real name is Kal-El and I was born on this planet called Krypton. My biological parents sent me away to live here on earth just before the planet exploded. I am the only survivor… of Krypton." Clark finishes and gets up off the couch. Lana shrinks back into the couch and stares at Clark.

"Lana, please… say something." Clark begs.

"Clark… It's kind of hard to believe you're an alien. What am I supposed to say?" She asks, looking skeptic.

"Ok, maybe this will change your mind. I have certain… powers. Some I was born with and others, I've developed." Clark tells her and grabs a steel rod leaning up against the wall.

"One is super-strength." Clark bends the steel rod into a pretzel, and then rolls it into a ball. Lana's eyes widen and Clark tosses the ball to her. She looks at it closely and Clark super-speeds behind her.

"Super-speed." Clark mutters and Lana whirls around. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words just aren't there.

Clark looks toward a candle and a flame starts almost instantly. "I can start fires with my eyes." He explains. "I also have super-hearing and I can see through almost anything."

"Is that all?" Lana asks, mostly to herself. She knew he had secrets, but this is beyond just a secret.

"Not quite." Clark answers, looking away. This is the part he hates to tell her.

What else can there be, Clark? Can you fly around and shoot lightning from your fingertips?

"My ship landed when the meteors hit. Everything about the meteor shower is related to me. I have to wake up in the morning every day, knowing that it was me who brought so much pain and terror to this town."

"Clark, how could you not tell me?" Lana asks, feeling hurt.

"Lana, believe me… I wanted to so many times." Clark says and walks up to her.

"But, you didn't. You know how important honesty is to me. And all these years, you have never been honest with me." Lana tells him, her anger rising. "Every day since my parents died, I have wondered why… why did those meteors have to come and take my parents away from me. And the answer has been right in front of my face." Lana says, her face now filled with anger.

"I'm sorry." Clark replies.

"I'm not looking for an apology, Clark. I just want to know why you had to keep this from me for so long." Lana says.

"I was afraid of what you would think of me after you learned the truth. I didn't want you to blame me for what happened."

"I wouldn't blame you if you would have told me the truth in the first place." She tells him.

Now it's Clark's turn to be hurt. "You blame me for what happened to your parents?"

"If you waited this long to tell me, telling me the truth obviously wasn't that important to you."

"Lana, it was important to me." Clark tries to convince her.

"Let me clear this up for you, Clark. My parents would still be alive if it wasn't for you. In my eyes right now, you killed my parents." Lana tells him. Clark can't find anything besides cold and hate in her eyes. Tears start to fill his eyes and he fights with everything he has to hold them back.

"You don't really mean that." Clark says, not wanting to believe it.

"Yes I do." Lana says and walks away.

Do not let her leave, Clark. She leaves and you will never see her again.

"Lana, wait!" Clark runs after her, grabbing her arm. She rips it away from him and turns around.

"Stay away from me." She commands, and continues down the steps. Clark lets her go.

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About twenty minutes later, Clark tries to make it back to the house. By the time he makes it into the door, his head is spinning and he can hardly walk. Lana's words cut right through him. Every fear he's ever had just came true.

Clark's parents notice something's wrong. "Clark, what is it?" Martha asks, rushing over to him.

"I need to sit down." Clark tells them and collapses into a chair.

"What's wrong?" His mom asks.

"Lana. She hates me."

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Clark." Martha assures him. "What happened?"

"Yes she does. I told her everything." Clark says and this catches all of Jonathon's attention.

"Your secret?" He asks. Clark nods. "Clark, I'm so sorry she didn't take it well." He says and puts his hand on his son's shoulder.

"She blames me for her parent's death." Clark tells them.

"You know she's wrong in thinking that, right?" Jonathon asks.

"Why shouldn't she think that? It's true." Clark says and a tear slides down his cheek.

"Oh, Clark." Martha says and hugs him. "It was not your fault. You had no control over what happened. No matter what anyone says."

"My fault or not, the girl I love still hates me." Clark says.

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Clark gets up early the next day. He barely had twenty minutes of sleep all night. All he kept hearing was Lana's words over and over. Clark decides to stop by the Talon and see if Lana is ok first.

He walks into her apartment and looks around for any sign of Lana. Clark accidentally steps on a picture frame. He bends down and picks it up. It's a picture of them sitting together under a tree. The glass is broken, looking as if it was thrown across the room. His heart stings right there. Clark then notices that the apartment looks nearly empty.

She didn't leave, did she?

Clark walks over to the bookshelf and pulls out a metal box Lana keeps important things in. He squeezes the lock, breaking it and opens it. It's empty.

No!

Clark throws it across the room, leaving a large dent in the wall. On the counter is a note Clark didn't see before. He picks it up and reads it.

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Clark-

If you're reading this, I'm already gone. I thought I could handle knowing your secret, but I cant. Staying in Smallville is just too painful for me. I am leaving and I don't plan on ever coming back. Don't look for me, because I don't want to be found. Goodbye, Clark.

Lana

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