My World

By Alicia U. <

Rated: G

Submitted: August 2004

Summary: Clark's world collapses around him after Lois loses her memory.


My world.

My heart.

My soul.



My world shattered around me.

I need her so much it hurts.

Without her, I'm not sure how I can make it.

She created Superman. Without her, I never would have been able to stay in Metropolis. Never been able to make a life for myself. I would have moved on as soon as someone discovered my alienness.

She made me realize that the powers I was blessed with are talents, gifts, and even blessings. She made me realize that I should celebrate my differences, that I wasn't a freak that needed to hide away in the shadows.

She made Clark Kent the man he is today. Strong. Accepted. Happy. She gave me a home, a place I really belong.

She is my heart, my soul, my life.

How am I supposed to keep going without her?

She is so close, yet so far away. I can see her, yet I can't touch her. I can talk to her, but I can't make her listen. I can love her with all my heart, but I can't make her remember.

She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember us.

I am torn, shattered, broken.

I can't tell her I love her. I can't tell her I need her. I can't tell her I can't live without her.

That is so selfish of me. I should think of her. I'm not the important one here.

Lois. Lois. Lois.

She's all I can think about. I need to help her remember. But how?

Her doctors say I can't force her memories. She has to remember on her own.

Oh, God, I need her to remember. She has to remember her life. She has to remember us.

What am I going to do if she can't remember?

She has to remember.

Our lives were so clearly ahead of us. We were so in love. We were going to be married. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together.

What if she never remembers?

What would I do without her if she never remembers? Can I live without her?

I need her so badly. I can't go on without her by my side.

I guess Lex Luthor has had his final revenge. Even in death, he has ruined my life. It was what he always wanted.

Superman. Broken. A shell of the man he was.

Without Lois, I'm nothing. I don't know how I can go on.

Everyone tells me that she is with the world's best doctors. How do I know that? How can I trust them implicitly when their methods seem so wrong?

Shouldn't she be surrounded by the things she loves? The people she loves? Me?

I have to make her remember. Somehow. She just has to remember.

We have been through so much together. Her memories have to be in there somewhere. I wish I could do something to help her remember.

Not even a perfect fairytale kiss could bring back her hidden memories. I wish I could try. Maybe she would feel the intense connection between us. Maybe the spark of electric emotion we both feel whenever our lips touch would course through her body and make her remember our love, our life.

I need to help her. How can I be the most powerful man in the world and not be able to help the one person I love more than anyone else? How can I call myself Superman?

Superman. Lois gave me that name.

I draw my strength from her. Without her, I'm not sure how I will survive. I have no idea how I can live without her.

I need her.

I need her so much it hurts.

She has to remember. She just has to.


This story was written to satisfy the 30 minute challenge on the lcficmbs (