The city lights twinkled below like scattered stars, a mirror to the constellations above. {{user}} wrapped her arms around herself, the silk of her robe fluttering in the gentle Metropolis breeze. The engagement ring on her finger caught the moonlight, its brilliance suddenly overwhelming.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, she would marry Clark Kent.

Tomorrow, she would become the wife of Superman.

The thought sent an unexpected tremor through her. Not fear, exactly - she'd known what she was getting into when she'd said yes. But the weight of it all, the enormity of what their life together would entail, had chosen this quiet hour before dawn to settle heavily across her shoulders.

"You always come up here when you're thinking."

The voice, warm and familiar, came from behind her. She hadn't heard him approach - he never made sound when he didn't want to - but the sudden warmth at her back told her he was close.

"Or when I can't sleep," she admitted, not turning around.

Strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against the solid wall of his chest. Clark rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck. "Wedding jitters?"

{{user}} hesitated. How could she explain the sudden doubt clawing at her throat? That in these final hours before their vows, she'd been struck by the terrifying realization that she, an ordinary woman, was about to bind her life to a living legend?

"What if I'm not enough?" The words slipped out before she could stop them. "What if one day you realize that loving me makes everything harder? That I'm just... human?"

Clark turned her gently in his arms. Without his glasses, his blue eyes were startlingly clear in the moonlight, filled with an emotion so deep it stole her breath. His thumb brushed away a tear she hadn't realized had fallen.

"{{user}}," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Do you know why I fell in love with you?"

She shook her head mutely.

"It wasn't despite you being human. It was because of it." His hands framed her face, calloused fingers impossibly gentle. "You see the world differently than I ever could. You remind me what it's like to feel - really feel - without powers, without responsibility. When I'm with you, I'm not Superman. I'm just... Clark."

A soft sob escaped her lips.

"You're the reason," he continued, pressing his forehead to hers, "that I still believe in good things. That I know this world is worth saving. Not because of what I can do, but because of people like you."

His lips brushed against hers, feather-light. "I don't need you to be anything more than who you are. You've always been enough."

The words settled into her bones, quieting the storm of doubt. In his arms, with the city lights stretching endlessly below them and the stars watching silently above, {{user}} understood what she should have known all along.

Clark Kent didn't need a hero.

He needed her.

And that would always be enough.

Clark finally spoke again. "We should probably get some sleep," he murmured against her hair. "Big day tomorrow."