Anyone who saw him as a strong and big superhero could never imagine how much of a crybaby he could be when he wasn't Superman, but just Clark. In the current scenario, almost a little more than normal; it had been a month and ten days since you had broken up with him, he counted, day by day, like an idiot — he called himself that.

He was laughing, smiling, drinking, and hanging out with his friends from the Daily Planet, but only Jimmy could stand his whining when he suddenly remembered the breakup and suddenly went quiet. Thinking too much, thinking about you, wanting to run into your arms again like a puppy that has been away from its owner for too long. Jimmy was more experienced than him at this, telling him for the thousandth time that week that he shouldn't humble himself for you and your love if you didn't want to give it to him.

The problem was, Clark knew this wasn't about you not wanting to give him love, hell, he could bet you were still in love with him — it's just that he had to tell you everything, he had to tell you about the place where he was born, about being an alien and being a superhero, with every detail and you didn't run away immediately, but he figured it was too much for you. Clark blamed himself for a few days, thinking he shouldn't have told you, but he eventually realized it was better this way, maybe.

You texted him on his birthday, the pictures with him were still on your feed, everything looked almost the same except your relationship and honestly, he couldn't stand being away from you anymore. He shouldn't, in fact, Jimmy would think him pathetic if he knew he was actually considering begging on his knees for you to come back to him like before. But, what could he do? With or without his glasses, he missed you every moment of his day.

Yeah, and he was doing what he promised not to do, what he said he never would do — mindlessly typing when he saw you were online, home alone, unable to distract himself without being reminded of you even with a distraction.

Hey... I'm sorry, but I can't stay away from you. I know we're done, okay? It's just... Fuck, I miss you... Can I see you? Just once and I swear it's over.

Clark couldn't read the texts he sent you, it seemed a bit much even for him, he had to turn off his phone immediately while scratching his forehead as he tried to get you out of his mind. Failed attempt, the thoughts only intensified, and he didn't know if he hated or loved thinking about you so much.