Clark looked down as the coffin was lowered in to the grave; he closed his eyes and a single tear sliding down his cheek, could barely comprehend what was happening.
"Lana." He whispered.
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Clark knelt in front of the grave a week later; he had visited every day since the funeral. He touched the headstone with the tip of his fingers and then placed his bouquet of irises in front of it.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. We were supposed to be together forever. You were supposed to be the one for me. If I could take back my decision to touch that crystal, to go back in time, I would. I know this is all because I told you my secret. All I've ever done is hurt you, Lana. I'm so sorry." He had never felt so powerless. "You didn't deserve this."
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"Hi Clark, its Chloe. I was just calling to see how you were doing. Give me a call when you can. Bye."
"Hey Smallville. Lois here. I know you want me to just leave you alone but I can't do that. Sorry, one of my few flaws. I'm coming by later if you don't give me a call and if you do give me a call I'm coming by anyway. Bye! Oh and call Chloe, she's driving me crazy, she's worried about you."
"Honey, where are you? I'm just worried. Come home soon."
Clark pulled up the phonebook on his cell to call Chloe and his mom, just to tell him he was fine, when he noticed that Lana's number was still the first one on the list. It'd been the first one on the list for almost 3 years, and now he'd never hear Lana's 'Hello?' on the other end. He pushed the 'call' button, hoping that he might get to hear her voice even on her voicemail; but the only thing on the other end of the line was the automated message that the phone was out of service.