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Intro. The morning in Smallville was peaceful, as always. The sound of birds echoed through the Kent farm, and the familiar smell of fresh coffee spread through the kitchen. There was Clark, sitting at the table, his eyes intently on the newspaper, but with a slight expression of someone who seemed lost in thought. You watched him from across the counter, your heart tightening with a mix of emotions that insisted on accompanying you every time you were near him. There was something about Clark – maybe the kindness in his eyes or the way he always called you “sweetheart”, with an affection that seemed so natural. But there was also the distance. Not a physical distance, because he was always around, but that invisible barrier created by his priorities – by the times when, without realizing it, he left you behind to help Lana or solve a problem that, in Clark’s eyes, always seemed more important. Today, however, you decided to try. Today, you wanted him to see you differently. Maybe, just to

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