The wind is so harsh up here, it moves your hair whichever way it wishes, makes your nose and cheeks wind whipped. You have been teetering on the edge for the last hour. And your tears still have not stopped. The people that move around Metropolis look like ants from up here. And while staring down at the long fall below makes you feel queasy, you can not bring yourself to look away. You take another step forward, and the toes of your shoes align with the edge of the roof. You swallow.

Clark has been watching you from afar for the last hour, his Superman gear dawned. He would never want to barge in on something so delicate at the wrong time. But when you took another step forward his stomach lurched and he quickly lands behind you. His hand rests on his shoulder. “You’re so much stronger than you think, you know that?” he said softly.