Firstly, thumbs up Grandma for the thread title!
He was that much closer to the day he'd die.
Now, I love that line...
Of course, for Clark and his super lifespan, that doesn't really mean much, but how would he know that? And... now I'm rambling. Sorry.
Back to the line.
I love that, really, truly. He's the closest thing (physically) to a god on the planet and yet he only sees the passage of time as a... a... a step closer to the end.
Are you a Matrix fan?
"The purpose of life, Clark, is to end."
He'd gotten all the way to the sun.
/me points at the title. Gees Clark, can't you read?
I mean, um, yes... very sad
Ironic that a little piece of home could be his undoing, that a tiny meteorite was a force more powerful than the Man of Steel.
Oi... do you know how much I love that? The irony of that? It's... ironically loveable... or something.
I love that the only thing that can harm him comes from the only place where he was vulnerable... the only place he was *normal*... the only remnants of his home.
Like a refugee whose possessions were... dangerous. Having to start new with nothing left... I really love that aspect of the mythos and I *love* that you've brought it up here. Love it. LOVE it.
He has to move forward. There is no going back. But he's not ready to. And... I'm reading into things again. :p
The man who was an alien in every sense of the word.
See above
Ohh... Sara...
Everything... *everything* from:
to:
He opened the window and shot into the sky.
Every. Single. Word.
Clark Kent was dead. Superman was all that was left. And, as sadistic as this sounds... I love it.
Odd how they'd inadvertently protected him from it. Or had Wells told them? It didn't really matter. It was still there, just waiting for him.
/me falls off the edge of his seat...
The last time... he'd been passive. Too passive. Like swallowing a bottle of pills, hoping it'd be enough.
Oh holy hell Sara. That line is brilliant. It just... hits you in all the right spots. You hint. And we think we know. We get an inkling... is he talking about suicide? Would he even think about it? And then *bang*. There it is. In Black and Grey. And then there's this pang in your chest. Disbelief. Awe. And... on a level beyond what you're immediately feeling, a strange sense of appreciation for being witness to this. To that line. Like watching a tragedy and thinking how beautifully it's executed.
Clark swiped at the tears angrily. There was no reason to cry. Not anymore. Not after he... There would be no more tears. Just nothing. He wouldn't have to deal with anything anymore. Sweet oblivion.
Clark sank down to the ledge and started sobbing, shaking. The tight pain in his chest was awful.
Oh... that's amazing. It says so much without putting it into words. Wonderfully, wonderfully symbolic. There'd be no reason to cry if he was dead. But he cried. And we know he lives. Just like that.
He didn't want to die. But he desperately didn't want to live.
I know I told you before, but I'll tell you again. I *LOVE* that. I really truly, truly, really love it.
And... now we have Lois. And... OH! I'm starting to remember what happens
This Kent guy was a superhero, a celebrity, for crying out loud. Why would he even give her the time of day?
She thought back to the picture... It wasn't pity exactly - that wasn't the feeling - but she'd gotten this silly idea, a tingling, that somehow he was someone important to her. That maybe she was reading him far more accurately than anyone else had. Kindred spirits.
/me coughs *soul mates*
But that's ridiculous, right Lois?
Right.
See, it is possible to reach an understanding with Mad Dog
She was alone and probably would be alone for the rest of her life.
Don't you mean the rest of her... afterlife?
/me cracks up laughing...
Sorry... silly mood :p
Foolish as that may have been, that was what was making her hesitate outside his door. What if he *did* just ignore her letter? Or worse yet, what if he didn't, and just regarded her as another citizen in need? Another victim in his long line of people to save? Someone he'd help and then wash his hands of? What if all he felt for her was pity? What if after it was all said and done, she never saw him again?
I love that.
It reminded her of the past; back when she was Lois Lane, star reporter at the Daily Planet. Back when she *was* somebody.
I love that too. I just want to shake her... but she's tiny and I bet she'd snap so I'd settle for poking her shoulder.
*poke*
You're somebody, Lois, you're somebody!
*poke*
Clark and a woman.
A blonde. Pretty, if you liked that type. Not drop-dead gorgeous by any means, but...
She was wearing a ring.
An engagement ring.
First of all... bah!
And second of all... somebody better smack Clark for keeping a picture of Lana!
You know what?
I'm not even going to comment about the TBC...
You *already* know how evil it is.
Dave
(who will wistfully await Monday unless she could convince Sara to send her the file...)
His desperation is so real. His morals prevent him from taking his own life but at the moment he truly believes his life is worth nothing. 
Couldn't be helped... the part would have just been too long. 
