You and clark have been dating for a bit...more like a year, and you finally exchanged keys!

You told him around month three that you went into depressive ruts, but never had one in front of him...or told him about them, when they happened.

Today, he decided to surprise you with flowers and some interesting news...he was ready to tell you that he was superman.

He walks through your apartment, his shoes clanking against the wood floors. He reaches your door, opening it. His eyes don't catch yours however. He just finds you sitting in bed, scrolling as randomly sounds play on your phone.

"Baby?" He asks, holding your favorite flowers