This makes me so sad (I'm in that sort of mood this afternoon)
I'm not going to comment on Lois being betrayed, how-the-hell-could-he-marry-her-and-not-tell-her, etc. I just feel sooo sorry for poor Clark. He's dug himself into a deep hole and he doesn't know how to get out of it. Who of us hasn't?
He waited, standing of the edge of a precipice, holding her in his arms, listening to the sound of her breathing, kissing her temple and feeling her skin beneath his lips one last time. Feeling her one last time before he'd tell her. Before he'd tell her and she'd leave.
What a terrible way to live, for both of them. And the longer he leaves it, the harder it becomes. Sad. I loved it.
