Kapitel 112: Soren?
He awkwardly placed his hand on his knee and shifted his body, "Do you sleep on the bed too? Will we fit?"
Clark smiled slightly, "With your current size…" He gestured a 5-inch length with his fingers, "Even the narrowest bed will be fine."
Soren glared at him in annoyance, "I will change back tomorrow!"
Clark chuckled while removing his cape and uniform.
Stepping out of his snug red boots, he lay down on the bed, his broad shoulders and narrow waist appearing like a classical sculpture, moving softly and quietly.
"Don't take off your clothes!" Soren hurriedly turned away, instinctively turning his back to avoid looking at him.
Clark let out a low, rumbling laugh from his chest behind Soren, "But I can't sleep in my uniform."
He gently turned Soren to face him, his Kryptonian blue eyes focused on him, "Are you shy?"
"Who's shy?!" Soren quickly covered Clark's intense blue eyes with his small hands, as if blocking a pair of deadly weapons, "I see you every day, and it's driving me crazy!"
Clark lightly grabbed Soren's hands, "But I never get tired of seeing you. What should I do? I'm so greedy, I just want to keep you in front of me all the time."
Soren's eyes widened in surprise, "... Hiccup."
In the face of Clark's Kansas-style sweet talk, he was so startled he even hiccups.
Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, he pulled his hands back as if shocked, "Please stop talking, just go to sleep!"
Clark chuckled, his chest vibrating with laughter.
He hummed in response to Soren and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.
In the darkness, he said, "Sleep now."
Soren turned over, facing away from Clark and looking out the window.
He felt anxious and confused, unable to understand how his relationship with Clark had changed so much.
Starlight filtered through the partially closed white embroidered curtains onto his face.
Fatigue quickly set in, and after turning over a few times, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Clark patiently listened to the steady rhythm of Soren's heartbeat.
Once it began to calm, he moved slightly, reaching out a finger to gently touch Soren's face.
—The phone suddenly rang loudly in the silence.
Clark quickly flew out of bed and went to the bathroom to answer the call.
It was Perry White, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, calling.
Just moments ago, a small Central Asian country had launched a military assault on a neighboring capital.
He needed Clark to rush to the newsroom to join the meeting and help write all the urgent news reports related to the incident.
Clark immediately agreed.
He sighed, rubbed his forehead, and closed his eyes in pain.
—Despite his ability as Superman to save all innocent lives when disasters strike, as the leader of the Justice League, he was unable to intervene in conflicts between nations or regions.
This was a tragedy he was powerless to affect, and such tragedies played out repeatedly on this planet every day.
Human societies and groups constantly clash over interests, beliefs, and hatred.
These clashes escalate into conflicts, conflicts lead to wars, and endless wars perpetuate hatred.
It seemed like a curse afflicting humanity, a stain on the glory of human reason, a destruction of mankind.
He often looked down on this weather-beaten planet from near-Earth orbit with a sense of compassion.
When he closed his eyes, he heard the cries of the suffering; when he opened them, he saw a world in torment.
He loved all humanity... with a compassion and benevolence akin to that of a deity.
He wanted to protect them more than anyone else, but he knew he was powerless to change things.
Clark changed into his suit and casual clothes.
Not wanting to wake Soren, he left a voicemail, informing him that he had to go in for an urgent shift and that he would come to pick him up in Metropolis the next morning.
However, he hadn't anticipated that, after arriving at the newsroom and starting work, Perry would be furious about the headlines they had come up with well into the next morning.
Clark was overwhelmed and simply had no time to pick up Soren before dawn.
As a result, the next morning, Soren woke up to a loud scream.
He groggily rubbed his eyes, his vision dazzled by the bright morning sun.
In order to avoid the blinding light, he turned his head, and as his sight gradually cleared, he saw Martha standing at the doorway, her face filled with shock.
His brain which was sluggish from a deep sleep, finally started working.
The moment he realized where he was lying, it was as if a volcano erupted in his mind, a loud "boom" echoing in his head, leaving him completely stunned.
!!!!!!!!
Without thinking, he pulled the blanket over himself in an ostrich-like attempt to hide, pretending this was all just a dream.
But Martha had already closed the door and walked over, tilting her head skeptically, "…Soren?"
Soren's face flushed bright red.
His entire face scrunched up as he hunched his shoulders, covering his face with his hands, feeling as though all the dignity and confidence he'd built throughout his life had crumbled in an instant.
Now, it was his turn for social death.
Martha had already pulled back the blanket, revealing Soren's face that was red as a tomato.
In near despair, Soren made eye contact with her, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
Four words echoed over and over in his mind: "I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore!!!!!"
Martha was startled by his expression but then, her maternal instincts kicked in.
Frowning, she sat by the bed and gently helped his stiff body up, "Oh my… what happened, Soren? Why are you—"
She quickly recalled Clark's odd behavior from the night before.
In a flash, her mind connected the dots.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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