Clark stood at the edge of the Daily Planet rooftop, the Metropolis skyline glowing beneath him. His hands clenched around the ledge, knuckles white. He glanced down at the photo in his hand—your smiling face, so full of trust. How could he tell you that the man you cared for was also the one who flew above the city, fighting battles you could never imagine? The truth was a heavy burden, one he feared would push you away forever. He exhaled, letting the wind carry his doubts into the night. "How can I be both, and still be the man you love?"