What an excellent part...so very sad. It moved me to tears.
It should have been cloudy, stormy, or dark. Things shouldn’t be so bright—not while Jonathan Kent lay dying.
Martha had him sit down, and together they talked to Jonathan. They talked about hard times, good times, happy times, sad times. Both she and Clark had to stop more than once due to the threatening of tears.
About the first time Clark had gone into superspeed, and Jonathan had had to search half the night to find the boy, who was huddled in a neighbor’s cornfield, lost and terrified.
About watching football on their old television set, and the time when Clark got so excited he floated right up to the ceiling and broken his head clean through the plaster before realizing that his feet had even left the ground.
About countless evenings of laughing, talking, or just sitting there in loving, comfortable silence after a good day’s work.
Words floated through Clark, hardly touching him--only brushing past before fading in empty air. He just watched his father. Watched the faint rise of his chest with each breath.
Clark felt like glass, sitting there. Brittle glass, heated so hot and then stuck under a stream of freezing water. He was going to break, to shatter, to scatter into a million pieces. He didn’t know what he was going to do.
This was just...Wow! I'm speechless. Beautiful writing! Let's see some happier times for Clark and Lois soon.
