by Karen Colohan

The empty spaces hurt the most, places Clark's things should have been... and weren't. Every room Lex walked through taunted him with its lack of Clark's possessions, underlining the absence of his lover in the most tangible way.

While this wasn't their first fight since Clark moved in, it was the only one serious enough to make Clark pack his bags and leave.

Outside their bedroom, Lex hesitated before opening the door, fearing the space that gaped emptiest of all.

A familiar loose-limbed sprawl filled the bed and the emptiness in Lex's heart.

Clark's eyes begged forgiveness. "I'm sorry."

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