He doesn’t know why he kisses you. It feels like something is whispering for him to, compelling him. You look peaceful—so peaceful, so still Clark worries death has taken you.

But you breathe, and so he leans down and seals his lips over yours.

“Wake up,” Clark murmurs, praying this will work. A true love’s kiss. “Come back to me.” And on bated breath, he waits for your eyes to flutter open.