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Hate
by Pirate Turner
He stood, looking in anguish at the limousine that pulled slowly away and blinking back tears. His eyes met hers, and he didn't bother to hide. He was a broken man, and she had done it to him. She had ripped away his heart and soul. He had tried so hard. He'd been willing to tell her the truth about him, though he didn't trust her. He'd been willing to marry her and pledge his undying love to her, when he'd never really loved her in the first place. He'd been willing to do whatever it took to get her away from him.
He'd looked at him before getting into the car. Their eyes had locked, and they had stared at each other for a moment. Then he had grinned. He had smiled, and that's when the last piece of Clark Kent's soul had crumpled away. He was gone now, forever out of his reach. He was gone, and it was all her fault.
As the limousine pulled away, taking any and all chances Clark would ever have for happiness away, he whispered into the wind five little words that would have made any one who thought they knew him think he'd gone mad. "I hate you, Lana Lang."
The End