Clark POV:
Okay, so this—this moment right here—is what led to my doom.
I finally mustered up the courage to take those tiny steps toward Reed. Yeah, it wasn't easy, especially with the feeling of impending death hanging over me, but I did it. I didn't want to make things worse by running or freezing. So, I walked. Slowly. Every step felt like a mountain.
And when I finally reached him? The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. His eyes—those goddamn eyes—were burning into me, and I could feel every single ounce of rage he was holding back. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands were shaking. I'm sure he could smell the fear on me. I could practically hear the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
But instead of tearing me apart right there, Reed just... started walking.
Walking toward the exit. No words, no confrontation. Just that eerie calmness, like he was waiting for me to catch up. The nerve of him.
