musesandlyrics :: 6.27 What Hurts The Most

[manorsuperman]

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts

Everywhere she went, she thought of him. There was always something that grabbed her, whether the smell of fresh baked pie, a pickup truck that zoomed past, or a tall man with broad shoulders she happened to catch from the corner of her eye. Plaid was the worst. No matter the colors or what bore the pattern, every time she saw plaid her heart broke all over again; no matter where she was or what she was doing, her eyes welled up and she broke down, much to the confusion of those nearby. She always told them she would be fine. It wasn't a lie; she would be, eventually.

She missed him so much, but it was more than that. She realized now that she'd been right before; their time as a couple had long past and she could accept that. What hurt the most was that they could have kept their friendship, if only she'd had more foresight. She, who claimed to know Lex better than anyone, who had drawn back the curtains for Tess Mercer in an almost literal way, couldn't see what was right in front of her face.

This was his revenge, she decided, not just on Clark but on her as well.

As much of a fool as she had been, maybe she deserved it.