Epilogue
Chloe sat up and gazed out to the stars. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to just float to the sky and never come back. With her father in the Mental Hospital, Chloe didn't know whether to feel grateful or ashamed. He had only become a monster after her mother's death; actually, she could remember hundreds of happy moments with her and her father. Why did it all have to fall apart?
Clark rolled over and noticed that Chloe was no longer in his arms. He sat up abruptly only to get an elbow in his face.
"Clark, are you okay?" Chloe asked as she turned to him laughing.
"Yea, I'm fine, it didn't hurt." He said as she lay back down and he enveloped her naked body in his. "So Mrs. Kent, what's got you staring out to the oblivion at three in the morning?"
"I was just thinking about my father. About how he was such a great person, and how he just deteriorated into a massive form of hate. I was also thinking that if that's what happened to my father after he lost my mother, what would happen to me if I lost you." She said with a sigh.
"Chloe, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." He kissed her forehead and settled back into the warm blankets.
"But Clark, will you make me one more promise?" Chloe asked.
"Anything." He replied wishing she would just fall back asleep.
"Promise me that you will let me die first. I would rather have you cry over me, then me cry over you."
"Um, absolutely not. Good night, I love you."
"Clark Kent, don't ignore me!" Chloe said as she looked up at him. "Clark?" She wasn't sure if he was sleeping or if he was awake, but she knew one thing, she loved that big giant of hers and hoped that they had many loved filled years ahead of them before they had to say good-bye.