Description: Chloe’s life is falling apart as Lex is believed to be dead.
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A/N Just something that appeared in my head last night. I had to write it down. Won’t be very long.
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It was a bright, sunny day.
The first thought that came to her mind was that the weather didn’t fit a funeral. Especially it didn’t fit a funeral of the person that had become the most important in her life.
Now he was gone. Taking all the joy and happiness away from her.
It wasn’t fair. But again, life was never fair.
Chloe Sullivan had loved Lex Luthor with all her heart.
And then Chloe Sullivan watched him die.
One gun. One shot. One bullet.
It was enough to take him from her forever.
She was standing there, in the shadow of a tree, looking at the coffin being lowered into the ground.
It wasn’t right. None of it was. She felt like her life was over as well, like she would never be truly happy again. She hated the heavens for taking him. She even hated the weather for that shiny, warm day.
If that was a movie it would be raining and that would suit the mood perfectly.
Only if she had to choose a movie she would choose a romantic comedy, not a drama.
Chloe had every reason to go on with her life. She had to. She had no choice. Someone still needed her. But it didn’t mean her bright smile would return to her face.
She felt like her body didn’t even belong to her. It was all so surreal, so improbable.
He just couldn’t be gone! He was invincible! How many times had he come out alive from grave danger?
Only now Lex seemed to use up all his nine lives.
She started crying again as she was spilling a handful of earth on the coffin. That hand didn’t seem to belong to her. Those tears weren’t hers as well. She felt like she was a ghost. Like she was dreaming or was inhabiting someone else’s body, like it was some stranger that was directing all the movements of it.
She sobbed again, feeling the pain searing into her heart. Her chest felt heavy and she had troubles with breathing. It was all too much. She kept thinking about that happy days they’d had and how she would never have them again. She would never see him smile. She would never feel his kisses. She would never find herself in his warm embrace. Never get to touch his smooth, delicious head…
Suddenly, Chloe realized Lois was there by her side, handing a tissue to her.
She didn’t thank her cousin, she just took it and blew her nose.
She had no strength left. Couldn’t move. Could just stand there, watching the hole in the ground being filled with earth again.
“Chloe,” Lois finally said, putting her hand on her shoulder and squeezing it lightly. “Chloe, it’s over.”
Only Chloe didn’t want to hear it. She wanted to stay there, forever. With the body of her lover buried in the ground.
“I… I can’t…” she sobbed even harder. “Lois, it hurts… make it stop!!” she pleaded.
Lois would give everything in that very moment to grant Chloe’s wish, but she couldn’t. It didn’t work that way. All she could do was to hug her cousin and try to give her some comfort.
“Where is she?” Chloe suddenly asked, pulling away from her. “Where is she?” She looked around.
“With Clark,” Lois answered and pointed the right direction.
Chloe moved. She had to move. She had to keep going. Someone needed her. Someone would always need her.
She finally spotted Clark and ran to him.
“Give me her,” she told him, her voice sharp, almost emotionless.
Clark looked at his friend worryingly, then shifted his gaze to Lois and when she nodded he finally decided to give Chloe the baby. If she was about to drop her in the state she was in, he would catch her in no time. They were safe.
Chloe took the baby into her arms, watching the little face with loving gaze. The red hair on her head was already growing and she had her father’s eyes.
Gabriella smiled at her mother and Chloe felt tears stinging her again. She had her father’s smile as well.
Chloe just took her daughter into her embrace and put her face to her head, breathing in the wonderful baby scent.
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There was darkness.
And pain.
He was trapped.
Couldn’t see anything.
Where was he? How many days had already passed by?
He couldn’t get out and he started to lose hope.
At first he’d been desperate, he’d kept screaming and kicking. Then the rage subsided, because he knew that wasn’t the way out of the situation.
What else was it then?
He had to free himself. He had to come back home.
But how…?
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