#anguish

"I know everyone is against us."

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: Clark Kent is late for a date once again because he's saving the world, and you end up getting hurt while waiting for him.

Warnings: Reader is seriously injured, reader has dark thoughts, blood, anguish, English is not my first language, Clark is not a bad boyfriend, just a little absent.

Okay, now imagine you have a date with Clark Kent. The plan was for him to pick you up so you could go to the movies together, but something came up and you both decided he’d just meet you there. It’s no surprise that Clark is, once again, late. You hug yourself tightly to shield from a sudden cold breeze and check your phone for the fifth time to see if he’s read your messages.

Part of you is frustrated and upset about him leaving you waiting, but that part is immediately drowned out by another that whispers he’s probably saving someone’s life, or thousands of lives, at this very moment. It was common to feel a certain guilt for wishing your boyfriend was with you instead of saving the world. You used to bury that rotten, jealous side of yourself so deep inside your own mind that sometimes even you couldn’t reach it, because there was a cold, paralyzing fear that your boyfriend might somehow know about that dark part of you and realize how selfish you truly were.

So you took a deep breath, like all the other times, and held on to the image of how he would smile shyly and cover you with kisses to apologize for being late, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose in a silly way. With your eyes closed, indulging in the memory of your boyfriend inside your head, you didn’t notice the man who appeared in the shadowy alley nearby. You also didn’t notice the insane, fixated look in his eyes as he approached, or the malicious smile when he realized you were practically alone on that almost deserted street.

Later, you would realize it would have been better to cancel the date and stay home, or simply wait inside the building. But there, lying on the ground with a pool of warm blood spreading around you while a theater employee called for emergency services, you wondered if you’d ever again see your boyfriend’s beautiful smile or get the chance to fix those weird glasses that were always slipping down his nose. Maybe he would arrive in time to save you, the same way he saved so many others. Maybe then he’d spend more time with you, maybe then he’d feel guilty for not being there—that little shadowy part of you thought.

You felt the ghost of a smile forming, but the laugh was cut short by a gurgling cough of your own blood. It was funny that not even for a moment did you wonder why that man had stabbed you; you were just a pathetic, miserable little thing wondering if your boyfriend might finally have more time for you now.

When the blood loss was too much, you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. In your dreams, you were watching that damned movie with your perfectly ordinary boyfriend, your head resting on his strong shoulder. In your dreams, your boyfriend didn’t have to choose between you and the world. In that moment, you allowed yourself to be selfish and imagine what it would be like if Clark Kent belonged only to you.

A few minutes later, Clark Kent was running down that same street, his glasses sliding down his nose and his clothes disheveled. He didn’t notice the small, nervous crowd gathered in front of the theater, talking frantically. He looked once more at his phone, at the message that read “I’m waiting for you, love.” That’s why he didn’t see the pool of blood until he got close enough to smell the iron.

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