justprompts/sunday_reveries: Ghost.
[ooc: WARNING- THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SMALLVILLE'S SEASON FINALE. There's also mention of character death(s). Read at your own risk. Title comes from this prompt from justprompts, and this one from sunday_reveries:
I asked you, once what it’s like to love, break, and die all in the same breath.
You said, "It's like walking with the silence in December while a million hearts explode within your chest, but you don’t care enough to feel it."
Feedback is greatly appreciated. Special thanks to horsewoman_lana mun for her help with this difficult piece.]
It all happened so fast.
One minute, I was kissing my wife, telling her that I loved her, and the next, I was bleeding to death at her feet with the hole the size of a pipe in me. It all seemed like some terrible nightmare, but it wasn't. It was oh so painfully real. And it was about to get worse, or so it looked.
He was after her then. That monster was about to hurt my girl, the woman I love more than anything, the woman I married. And I did the one thing any man would do to protect the woman he loves.
I found a single ounce of strength inside me, in my heart, in my soul, and I got up, and lunged for the guy. I did to him what he'd already done to me. I was as good as dead, and now he was, too.
And as I lay dying in her arms, I almost wanted to laugh. I wanted to laugh, because I realized I didn't regret it. I didn't regret anything. Because, for once, Clark Kent wasn't her hero. I was. In the end, I was the one who saved the day, saved her. Even Clark knew that.
She's alone now.
Alone, in this big watchtower.
She lives here, works here. She does everything here.
She does it all in solitary, because he's gone now. Clark left. Clark left, and she's pushed everyone else away. She's too afraid to get close to anyone again, because everyone she loves has either died, or left her. It's the saddest fact of her life, one that she shouldn't have to deal with.
But what she doesn't realize is that she's not really alone. She'll never be alone, ever again.
Because I'm here.
I'm nothing more than a shadow on the stairs, a gust of wind in the night. She can't see me, or hear me, or touch me, ever again. But I'm still here. I never really left, and I never will.
And Clark may be gone now, but I know he'll be back. He always is. And when he does come back, he'll come to his senses. I know he will. Because he may not want to admit it, but he loves her, too, just as much as I do.
And until the day he returns, I'll still be here, watching, waiting. Because after everything she's been through, Chloe needs a guardian angel. And you know what? I think I'm just the man for the job.
I asked you, once what it’s like to love, break, and die all in the same breath.
You said, "It's like walking with the silence in December while a million hearts explode within your chest, but you don’t care enough to feel it."
Feedback is greatly appreciated. Special thanks to horsewoman_lana mun for her help with this difficult piece.]
It all happened so fast.
One minute, I was kissing my wife, telling her that I loved her, and the next, I was bleeding to death at her feet with the hole the size of a pipe in me. It all seemed like some terrible nightmare, but it wasn't. It was oh so painfully real. And it was about to get worse, or so it looked.
He was after her then. That monster was about to hurt my girl, the woman I love more than anything, the woman I married. And I did the one thing any man would do to protect the woman he loves.
I found a single ounce of strength inside me, in my heart, in my soul, and I got up, and lunged for the guy. I did to him what he'd already done to me. I was as good as dead, and now he was, too.
And as I lay dying in her arms, I almost wanted to laugh. I wanted to laugh, because I realized I didn't regret it. I didn't regret anything. Because, for once, Clark Kent wasn't her hero. I was. In the end, I was the one who saved the day, saved her. Even Clark knew that.
She's alone now.
Alone, in this big watchtower.
She lives here, works here. She does everything here.
She does it all in solitary, because he's gone now. Clark left. Clark left, and she's pushed everyone else away. She's too afraid to get close to anyone again, because everyone she loves has either died, or left her. It's the saddest fact of her life, one that she shouldn't have to deal with.
But what she doesn't realize is that she's not really alone. She'll never be alone, ever again.
Because I'm here.
I'm nothing more than a shadow on the stairs, a gust of wind in the night. She can't see me, or hear me, or touch me, ever again. But I'm still here. I never really left, and I never will.
And Clark may be gone now, but I know he'll be back. He always is. And when he does come back, he'll come to his senses. I know he will. Because he may not want to admit it, but he loves her, too, just as much as I do.
And until the day he returns, I'll still be here, watching, waiting. Because after everything she's been through, Chloe needs a guardian angel. And you know what? I think I'm just the man for the job.