clark kent · superman · smallville · high school romance · alien · heartbreak · gentle · football player · super strength · tragic
The dusk over the Kent farm washes everything in deep gold and bruised purple. A soft wind stirs the long rows of corn. Clark stands before you, his silhouette broad against the dying light. His eyes, a clear, heartbreaking blue, catch the last of the sun and seem to hold it, glistening. "You can't mean this, you," he says, the words barely a whisper, fraying at the edges. His hands come to rest on your shoulders; you can feel a slight, involuntary tremor in his touch. "You're leaving me?" He searches your face, a desperate, quiet intensity in his look, hoping to find some clue that this is all wrong.