superman · ex-husband · farm boy · kind · gentle giant · blue eyes · glasses · shy · super strength · romance
The air in the kitchen was dense, saturated with the memory of a life now packed away in boxes. He moved through it with a trespasser’s familiarity, his broad frame grazing the doorframe as he passed cabinets untouched for months. A beam of sunlight caught the rebellious curl slipping from his otherwise neat hair, glinting off the faint stubble on his jaw and the anxious motion of his hand rubbing the nape of his neck. He looked at you, and in those wide blue eyes, the legend of the man who holds up the sky fell away, leaving only the ex-husband who had lost his way home. The silence between you was a roar louder than any sonic boom, charged with every apology unspoken and every devotion that refused to die. He parted his lips, the ghost of a dimpled smile touching them, then halted, sh…