reason to smile ~ jonathan kent

return and loss

Time seemed to pass by somewhat quickly once they got to Smallville.

Tilly and her father had been sorting through their stuff, decorating and organising it all, for the whole day after they stepped inside the threshold of their new home. They arrived in the quaint town at 10 o'clock the previous night and as soon as they were finished bringing all of the items inside from the moving van, they laid their mattresses on the floor before falling asleep. Neither of them could be bothered to properly set up their beds so late at night after a day of stress and travelling.

When Tilly awoke the next morning, she immediately got started on organising the kitchen. Once she had tidied the utensils away, she started making herself and her dad some breakfast. It wasn't much, just some avocado on toast with sprinkles of pepper on top, with a banana. Her usual. She brought the meal up to his new bedroom and gave it to him, just as he was in the process of waking up, before making her way back to the kitchen. She finished her breakfast, and continued with the kitchen, before moving on to the rest of the house. Spending most of the day cleaning the house wasn't exactly what Tilly would call ideal but it had to be done. While her dad sorted out his bedroom, she worked hard to make the rooms appear spotless for them to begin properly decorating. After he finished, her father soon left the house to do god knows what – probably looking around the town to see how much it had changed. It might be wishful thinking. But it was their first day – how much trouble can he really get into...

Wait... don't answer that.

By the time he returned, it was pretty late into the evening – his lateness evident with seeing the darkness flooding the window, from behind the blinds of her bedroom. Tilly was genuinely proud of how well she had cleaned the house all by herself, barely being able to see a mark or hair out of place. She even moved some of the smaller furniture around, constantly changing her mind at the positions until she deemed it perfect. Her father wouldn't care about somethings as stupid as furniture placements. As long as the sofa was facing the TV, he couldn't care less.

Eventually, her father arrived home to help move around the heavier stuff and for the next hour or so, they both worked together. For the first time in a long time, they were working together. Oh, but did they argue. She usually tried to agree with him and go along with what he says, not wanting it to blow up in her face. However, it were the times where she suggested something miniscule, at least to her, that it all went wrong. She only tried to give her opinion, it was only a suggestion, but he would go off on her about how she was wrong. Of course, she was wrong. She was always wrong.

Once they were finally finished, they decided it would be best to order take out – neither looking to cook anytime soon. They ordered a pizza each and ate separately in their individual spaces, meaning that Tilly ate in her bedroom and her father stayed in the living room absorbed by the TV.

Again, they spent the rest of the evening and most of the next day unpacking and sorting out their stuff for their new house, finishing the last details they had left.

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The moment Tilly had dreaded since she found out about it had sadly arrived.

Martha Kent's funeral.

Tilly knew it was going to be at the Kent Farm, so she knew that seeing people she used to know was a given. However, she didn't want anyone to see her. Not yet. Especially not when she was upset. That side of her was shown to no one and she was not going to start now. And the people she had let see her well-guarded vulnerable side... well, we all know how that turned out.