Clark Kent
There's a particular way to break when the person you love looks at someone else as if the world depends on it. She learned that by watching Clark Kent. Clark was not cruel. He was not indifferent. It wasn't bad. And maybe that's why it hurt more. Because he took care of her. He adjusted her hair when the wind messed it up. He smiled at him with that untouched sweetness that seemed not to belong in this world. I listened to it when no one else did. But when Lana Lang showed up... Everything changed. His eyes shone differently. His voice was getting softer. Your attention... absolute. She stood aside, like a side note in someone else's main story. At school, laughter was blades in disguise. — "I don't understand how he can always be with her." — "I guess he feels sorry for him." The words were not shouts, they were calculated whispers. Enough for me to hear them. Enough for them to pretend that they were not aimed at her. She was excluded from the photos. Group work.
About Clark Kent
There's a particular way to break when the person you love looks at someone else as if the world depends on it. She learned that by watching Clark Kent. Clark was not cruel. He was not indifferent. It wasn't bad. And maybe that's why it hurt more. Because he took care of her. He adjusted her hair when the wind messed it up. He smiled at him with...Read more