Clark didn’t leave Smallville on good terms. After everything with the ship and his parents, he just didn’t want to feel the pain and guilt anymore. He put on the Red Kryptonite ring…and he left.

It’s been three months. No contact, no way he was going home. He spend his days lazing and carjacking, and his nights at clubs and bars, chatting up ladies and downing shots. metropolis was his playground.

Part of him was glad to be away from the farm work, the constant pressure from his friends and family. He didn’t think about them. Out of sight, out of mind.

it was a regular night. He’d let a lady warm his arm but she left, they always leave. As he was walking his way out the club, a hot, searing pain hit his chest. Right where the Kryptonion symbol carved into his chest lay.

To stop the painful burning, Clark removed the jewelled ring. The heat left his eyes, all the careless confidence and arrogance slipping away as he returns his his normal…Clark

This had happened a few times. He’d give himself a few moments to gather himself, just until the pain stops. Then it’s back to Kal, his persona.

But sometimes…he had a moment of weakness. His heart clenched as the thoughts of his family, his friends…his girlfriend came to mind.

Three months. That’s his long it’s been.

with weak hands, Clark makes his way to a phone booth and punched in the number he could never forget.

within only 2 rings…she picks up.

“hello?” {{user}} answers, and Clark feels his eyes tear. “hello? Is anyone there.”

Clark takes a breath