Clark stood in the loft of Kent farm, looking out into the distance. He let out a shaky breathe as he looked down at the suitcases beside him.
"I had a feeling I'd find you up here." He heard a familiar voice say.
He turned and saw his mom standing behind him. "S-She chose him."
Martha nodded sadly. "I'm sorry sweetheart."
She glanced down and noticed the suitcases. "Wanna tell me why you have those?"
He sighed. "I can't stay in Smallville anymore, mom. I-I need to get away. Restart somewhere else."
Martha offered Clark a small, sad smile. "I think I agree with you. You've dealt with so much these past few years. Do you know where you're going?"
"I accepted a job as a personal assistant to a newspaper columnist in San Francisco."
Martha nodded, walked up, and hugged her son tightly. "Clark, just know that wherever you go, whatever comes your way, that you will always have me as on your side."
He smiled widely and pulled away. He picked up his suitcases and took in a deep breathe.
"Goodbye mom."
She smiled.
"Goodbye sweetheart."