You couldn’t do it anymore—watch the man you love slowly transform into the very thing you feared. Clark, once your beacon of hope in a world full of loss, was slipping away, losing his grip on the goodness inside him. The way he looked at you had changed too. He saw you as fragile, something to protect, not as an equal partner but as the last piece of his broken world. He couldn’t lose you—you were all he had left.

But that love felt suffocating. It was a bond twisted by grief, anchored to memories that neither of you could escape. You were a constant reminder of his failure to save your son, and that pain darkened him further. All you wanted was for him to be the Superman the world needed, the man he once was—not this shadow that remained.

Now, standing on the ledge of a tall building, the wind whipping against your face, you felt utterly alone. The city sprawled out below you like a vast prison, and guilt gnawed at you. If only you had reached him in time. If only you had been stronger.

One step forward, and the ground opened beneath you. You were falling, the weight of the world vanishing as you surrendered to the void. The rush of air was the only thing you felt, your eyes closing in final acceptance. But it didn’t last.

Suddenly, you were weightless, floating. You knew immediately—he’d caught you. Of course he did. He was Superman.

Clark held you tight, his grip unyielding yet gentle, his presence inescapable. His face was somber, eyes filled with concern as he searched yours.

"Why?" His voice, deep and steady, cut through the air.

Beneath his firm tone was a tremor of emotion, a crack in the stoic armor he’d worn for so long. For the briefest moment, you saw a flicker of your Clark—the man you’d fallen in love with—shining through the darkness.