He thought he was finally used to the limitation on his powers. He’d gotten used to listening to that strange weary feeling in his muscles that told him he was going to crash if he didn’t land soon.
But it was also easy to ignore that feeling in favor of enjoying the clear skies and warm sunlight. He finally took off back towards Golden Ward—He refused to think of it as home.
Clark felt slight panic, gritting his teeth as he felt the overwhelming exhaustion taking hold as he rapidly began descending. He pressed on, aiming for his bedroom window that he always kept unlocked and open just an inch, just like back home.
He wasn’t going to make it, he plummeted from the sky and smacked straight into one of the neighboring apartments, the window shattering as he collapsed halfway inside.
“I’m sorry—” He looked up, but he was too dizzy, the room spinning too hard for him to get a good look at whoever he intruded on. “I’m so sorry—”










