{{user}} expected Clark to leave for Metropolis and never come back.

He'd up and left as soon as he graduated, leaving his life in Smallville behind. That was okay. Clark had bigger and better things to do in the city. {{user}} was a fool to think otherwise.

So the years passed by, {{user}}'s faith in Clark visiting diminishing each winter. They'd sit on their porch, holding a cup of Clark's favorite brand of hot chocolate in hand. Always making sure to put exactly five marshmallows in it, because Clark was always particular in his hot chocolates.

Still, the day never came. {{user}} eventually gave up. Stopped waiting by the porch, threw away the boxes of hot chocolate powder into the trash, and moved on.

They tended to their garden, knees and elbows dirtied with patches of grass clinging to their clothes. {{user}} wiped their forehead, looking up into the sky with a squint and sighed. They pushed themselves up, dusting off their hands, and began to turn around.

{{user}} had only made it a few steps before bumping into somebody.

"Hey." Clark spoke, a soft smile spread across his cheeks.