Author's notes: I received so many comments that they're confuse and so lost with the story. Flashback technique is really difficult to use. It needs lot of energy to connect it to the present time line. I also read a comment saying that she needs a diagram to understand my story. While one Cloiser said that the story has a mystery. Yes, this story has a mystery. I wanted to explain why I use so many flash backs, but if I do so I will reveal the twists of the story. Please be patient. Stay with me, because I can guarantee that the mystery will be unfolded in less than a month.

Remember, The Roads Not Taken features three time lines – 2003 (bold); 2004 (italics); 2011 (normal). Pronouns that are really important to the story will be underlined.

This chapter is a li'l bit short, but…. I won't say much… Here's chapter 2 of TRNT – Lost and Found.

Chapter 2: Lost and Found

Metropolis Rail Transit – 6:15 pm (2004)

"Can I sit beside you?" I looked down at him. He returned the stones to me, which he held dearly before. I couldn't hide the smirk currently forming on my lips.

"Yes, no problem. Looks like you're waiting for someone." I said and he smiled at me. I missed that smile. I spent a year wishing to have a glimpse of him. I was expecting that he would hug me or at least he would say that he missed me. Still, he did not.

"Do I need to state the obvious?" I retorted. Maybe I should start my usual routine – that was making him blush.

He flushed a bit and snorted. "Sarcasm noted."

I laughed, but at the same time wondered why he couldn't identify me. It was just a year ago. Or maybe he was simply playful today, so I decided to go along with his game.

"I think you're also waiting for someone. A special someone, I guess?" I hugged my bag while glancing at him while he was not looking. Was this a game? But I felt that there was something that I need to know. There was something different about him today but I couldn't point it out – for now.

"It was a very complicated thing." He added. He stared straight into the nothingness.

I shrugged, "A very complicated thing?" I put my two hands up signaling quotes. "I think that's my forte." I smiled while I removed my dark eyeglasses. "We're strangers, right? Come on, while we're waiting for them, tell me a story of yours and I will tell you mine. Maybe after we told each other's story, they will finally arrive." I was hoping, hoping that he could recognize me, but he didn't. He was clueless. Nada. Because of that, I was hurting. But I wouldn't tell him.

I heard him sighed only before he was finally able to speak. "I just recovered from a coma few months ago." He declared, while looking at his black shoes. I was too shocked to hear that from him. "I hope you don't think I'm crazy when I say this."

"Crazy? I think it's already crazy that you're talking to me." I smiled. "I'm sorry, just kidding. Please continue, I promise I won't laugh."

He held my gaze with those baby blues. "You talk a lot."

"Yeah. Don't worry what I see and what I hear, when we leave, I'll leave it here. Scout's honor." Another smile formed on his lips. At least, I made him smile for a while.

"Someone or something in my head dictates me that I should be here." I stared at him and I could tell how desperate he was. Stubbles were obvious on his face. He looked tired; his hair was a little messy. But that didn't hurt the fact that he was as gorgeous as he was before. My heart was torn apart hearing his voice that almost cracked.

"I don't know how she looks like. I forgot her name. If she's going to appear now, how can I distinguish her from the rest of the crowd? How can I tell her that I lost some of my memories, the ones that included her?"

I was stunned for a moment. I couldn't process all this information. A year… It was a year ago. We were separated by time and responsibilities. Back then, when he told me that he will meet me here, I wasn't too hopeful. I knew promises were made to be broken, but still I was here for him. He was here for me even without a memory. My heart wanted to burst from different emotions I had at the moment. We had a short-lived relationship, but I believed that it was more than real. Maybe he was right. If destiny separated us before, it would also have the power to bring us back together. And it did, it really did. I wanted to believe it now.

"She'll understand, trust me." I smiled for him and I wished that the crowd would disappear.

"How do you know?" His brows furrowed.

"Just believe."

"I don't know." He sighed.

I punched him on the arm. "Come on, smile." He smiled at me again, though I was aware that he built powerful walls around him. The past year had been too difficult for him. I could tell based on his physical appearance and the way he spoke.

I pointed out the digital clock hanging on one of the walls at the station. "Time is just time. It would always pass us by. It starts from one and ends on the 24th and then it restarts again. What's more important? The way you spend it with people around you. Me? When my parents died, I was of young age. I was too scared to face the future by myself, but then I met good people at the orphanage. I spent most of my time there, rebuilding myself and shaping my dreams. When I left them, I allowed a piece of me to be with them, though I knew I had to move on. Look, if that person shows here or not, cherish the days you had with her. The time you spent with her. You may not remember it today, when you wake up tomorrow, maybe you will. Then perhaps you'll be able to have another chance with her. You just need to believe."

He nodded, "I wish I could."

I smiled and remembered the last piece of stone in my bag. After I wrote something, I ordered him to open his palm, which he followed. He stared at me with wondering eyes.

"She'll come back to your life." I stood up, zipped my bag and carried it on my back. "It's time for me to go. I'll see you around if time permits us to do so." I walked away with high hopes that he would come after me, but he never did. I understood that he wasn't that stupid to figure it out. I rode the train away from him. From a distance, I saw him reading what I gave to him. I looked at my cell phone, waiting for a ring, and it did. I got a call from an unknown number. With shaking hands, I answered it.

"Hello, I'm sorry."

Relieved to hear his voice, my tears flowed freely.

"Thank you for coming back into my life Lois." He said and I could tell he was crying too from the tone of his voice.

"I know. Welcome back Clark Kent."

TBC

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