The Wedding

He's marrying her. He's really going to do it. This is it. No going back. I can't believe this.
The one thing that I keep hearing is 'why'. Why is this happening? Why can't I have love? Why don't I get to be happy? Why didn't I just tell him when I had the chance? Why couldn't he just wait a little longer...stay off his father's path? Why couldn't I save him?
I'd resigned myself to not having him as a friend. I knew that it was, inevitably, going to happen, eventually. But...I couldn't have truly prepared myself for him to hate me. And, he must. He would have to, wouldn't he, to be standing there marrying HER.
I can feel the bile in the back of my throat, choking me even when I know it's impossible. Searing, rushing SOUND is flooding my mind, and I can't see anything but him looking at her. Marrying her.
Invulnerable. Ha.
What a fucking joke.
I've never felt pain like this.
They're turning now. The minister has just announced it. They belong to each other, now. Not me. Never me again. His eyes are raising to mine, and I feel them thud onto me just as sure as the thud of dirt I'd dropped on my father's casket.
Eyes latch onto mine, amused. Then shocked. I know he sees, now. He sees that it's not her. That's not what's about to kill the last piece of ME. It was him, all along. He steps forward, fast, and yet, slower than the splash that falls down my face, onto my shirt.
He's yelling my name, I can hear it, stunning in it's beauty. But, it's too late. He's hers, and I accepted my fate the very moment the 'happy' announcement was made. I heard Jor-El hum in pleasure, in my head, and it's done. He steps up to me just in time to see my eyes shift, green bleeding away, changing to a cold, pure blue.
"Clark?" His voice is full of fear, his hands are vised around my shoulders, shaking me wildly.
I am new, and he is looking at me with such strong emotion. I recognize it as love, desperate and panicked.
I feel pity for him, and lay a firm, calming hand on his face.
"Not anymore." I say, quietly.
He yanks back, full of terror and grief, and I see him run out of the church...the bride running after him. I hear him become sick outside, and shake my head.
I'll keep a close eye on him. He seems as though he'll need it. I nod regally at the woman who raised me, respect for her set deeply inside me, and note, with sadness, the horror and anguish on her face.
So sad, her and the man.
As I walk out the back, I hear clumsy footsteps, sliding in the gravel behind me.
"Bring him back."
The man reeks of sickly sweet sadness, and I am kind. "I'm sorry, Luthor."
There are dry eyes, and yet rasping sobs are tearing out of that trembling mouth. "I just wanted him to see what he'd lost. I just wanted-"
"He saw. And when he saw what he'd lost, he knew that it was time to accept both his destiny...his future, but also to accept what he could never truly have."
Mercury flames shot through icy, blue-gray eyes, and it was then that Lex was lost, just as surely as Clark was. Luthor and Superman were born.


~~~Whew. Okay. lol. A little angsty, even for me, but I really hope you liked it. Please, let me know what you though. Thanks for reading. ~Morgan