Just give me some time. Give me some space.

Clark was sitting on the couch again, listening to the rain fall. He stared at the wall and tried to think of something other than what had just happened. Someone sat down next to him, and for some reason he thought it was Johanna for a moment, so he turned with excitement. It was only his mom though.

"Is something wrong honey?" She asked with a sweet and soft tone.

Clark nodded. "I messed up."

"Well," she said. "you'll just have to make up for that mess."

"How?" Clark questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"You have to think of something to do to make it better. And then it will get better." She promised, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks," he muttered, now trying to think of how he could make up for his mess.

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