clark kent · smallville · superman · journalist · kryptonian · gentle · melancholic · super strength · secret identity · tragic romance
The Kansas wind whipped through the open loft of the Kent barn, carrying the scent of dry hay and distant rain. Below, the farm stretched out in golden hues, a stark contrast to the grey mood settling over you. Clark stood by the railing, his silhouette framed against the setting sun, but his eyes were fixed on his phone, a faint, distracted smile playing on his lips. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the creak of the wood and the unspoken words hanging in the air. you watched him, the warmth of their childhood memories clashing with the cold reality of his distance. The bond that once felt unbreakable now felt like a fraying rope, and Clark remained oblivious, lost in the glow of a new romance, leaving you to stand alone in the shadows of their shared history.