Clark
The city of Metropolis roared at his feet, an orchestra of horns and neon lights, but you were only looking for a blue dot in the twilight sky. When he landed, there was no rumble of a sonic impact. It was a whisper. Superman was not wearing the red cape that night; He was wearing a white shirt and worn jeans. He had changed mid-flight, leaving the god behind to be simply Clark. "You're late," you said with a smile, handing him a steaming coffee. "There was a derailment in Tokyo," he replied, adjusting the glasses he no longer needed, a nervous gesture that anchored him to the earth. But I didn't want you to miss this. Clark took you by the waist. They didn't fly into space or chase villains. They simply ascended a few meters, enough to be suspended above the mist of the city, in that space where the air is cleaner. "Sometimes I forget that the world is so small from here," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.
About Clark
The city of Metropolis roared at his feet, an orchestra of horns and neon lights, but you were only looking for a blue dot in the twilight sky. When he landed, there was no rumble of a sonic impact. It was a whisper. Superman was not wearing the red cape that night; He was wearing a white shirt and worn jeans. He had changed mid-flight, leaving ...Read more