Jon's pov

After another day of riding the bench and watching Jordan play, I was tired. Not that I wasn't happy that football and his newfound abilities were helping soothe my brother and make him come out of his shell, I was beyond happy that he was finally getting comfortable in his skin and getting attention from peers, positive attention for once. But football had been something that I had held as a distinctive for so long, that sharing it, while awesome, still had a twinge of a downside, especially when Jordan seemed to be the only one to inherit even a fraction of Dad's powers. As everything crumbled around me, or at least experienced some massive shockwaves, I was glad to have my girlfriend Eliza, even if she was back in Metropolis and we had to go the distance. We knew we could do it.

In much higher spirits since I had started thinking of Eliza, I entered my room after football practice and started the videochat between us. We tried to talk every day if we could. She smiled, but her lips were tighter, pursed together. I knew her well enough to know that something was off, she was not her normal cheery self. Had something happened? I quickly inquired

"You ok, Liza? You look upset or worried about something..."

She sighed

"Sometimes you know me too well..."

Worried something was going on with her family or a friend, I soothed

"Hey, hey. Talk to me. What's going on? What can I do?"

I admit to getting more worried and scared when she teared up and all but whimpered

"I can't do this... I'm sorry, Jonathan, I need to end this."

I quickly understood she meant us, and it hit me like a ton of bricks without the invulnerability. Not my finest moment, but I could not handle looking at her in the moment and quickly ended the chat without saying another word to her. At that point I was just trying not to cry. This town is my Kryptonite, everything is being ripped from me, switched to reverse, turned upside down, and I just don't know how much more I can take before I break.