[ For the record, this call is attempted approximately six times before she actually manages to send it. ]

So. The first thing I'm going to say is I'm sorry. [ Throwing stuff at him? Not cool. It made sense at the moment but she'd also been absolutely livid so now that she's not... There's a certain amount of embarrassment in her voice. Guilt. Worry. A lot, really, and she kind of rambles on the rest of the message as if she'll lose her courage to send it ( again ) sometime soon. ]

I know you probably don't want to talk me, like, ever again but I just wanted you to know that. Even if I was mad, how I acted was completely ridiculous and. It wasn't even your fault. [ No more than hers, anyway. ] I should have asked, or. I don't know. I guess it didn't matter, really, because I was just happy being with you too.

[ It's what she'd told Clark and, for once, it was something she'd meant wholeheartedly. Sure, she'd been pissed, but in the end... Did it even matter? Every frustration from before seems so insignificant now. Funny how horrible agonizing pain will put things into perspective. ]

If you do happen to want to speak to me again, there's... something I need to tell you. It's not about us, really. It's about me. Something I should have told you before you left but didn't because I was scared to. [ Terrified, actually, because he'd realize what a horrible monster she was and regret ever seeing anything in her.

But he needs to know. Now more than ever. Especially since it'll make other things easier to explain. ]

So, uhm. I hope I hear from you.