Set after "Whisper". Clark never regained his sight and has been pretending that he can see to keep his parents from worrying. He has developed at new ability.
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Clark smiled. Lana Lang was his idea of perfection. In his mind's eye, he remembered her appearance. Long, raven hair fell like silk around her shoulders. Her almond eyes were cat-like in shape, color, and intensity. She noticed everything without being obvious. Her nose crinkled the cutest way when she smiled. Her skin appeared to glow in the sunlight. To Clark, she was as close to an angel as he would ever come.
"Hi, Clark. I noticed you weren't in the cafeteria. I wanted to see how you were feeling,"she softly spoke.
Clark clicked his tongue. The images flooded his brain. It was like he was staring at a photo negative. He could see that she was standing in front of him. Close enough that he could touch her if he just brought his arm up. He patted the ground at his side, "Have a seat. I'll be okay. It's just a headache."
"You get a lot of headaches, Clark." She gracefully sat next to him, taking an apple from her bag. "Have you mentioned that to your parents?"
"They're just headaches. Nothing to worry about."
Lana scowled. He wasn't telling her everything. He wouldn't even look at her. "I'm just worried about you, Clark. I'd better get to my next class. I need to review for a test."
The boy sighed. She was upset. He could hear it in her voice. He made one last click and "watched" as Lana walked away.
Pete could tell something was off. Clark had asked for a ride home. He never did that. Staring at his friend's face, he looked haggard. His lips were drawn tight and his brow furrowed. He looked like he was in pain.
Pete pulled onto a side road. Nothing but cornfields were as far as the eye could see. "Alright, Clark. What's going on?"
Clark jerked slightly. "What do you mean? I'm fine."
"Look. I think I know you well enough to tell when something isn't right. You can talk to me. It's me, Pete Ross. Best-friend. Secret Keeper extraordinaire."
Clark knew he couldn't keep up the charade outside the farm. Not without help. "You have to promise, swear, you won't tell my parents. They worry enough."
"Geez, Clark. You're talking like you're dying...that's not it is it? Are you sick? Is it the meteor rock? I have to tell them! They can help," Pete's over-active imagination wove horror stories of his friend dying.
"No! No, no, I'm not dying," Clark chuckled. That would be easier than living in a colorless void, unable to appreciate the thing he took for granted...Chloe's eye's twinkling when she laughed... His mom's expression of joy when he gave her flowers...How radiant Lana looked when she was in the sunlight…
"Pete, I'm still blind. I can't see."