by Karen Colohan

The realisation that the watch his mother had given him was missing broke Lex inside in ways nothing else had since the crash. Not Helen's betrayal and his father's probable complicity in it, nor even Clark's failure to come and save him had cut so deeply. The empty space on his wrist seemed to mock him, underlining the fact that everyone he loved had abandoned him, leaving him truly alone.

Sitting on the hot sand, Lex cradled his bare arm against his chest, then drew his knees up. Resting his bruised forehead on them he wept bitter tears of loss.

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