Corrupted Constructs

Chapter 27

Another two weeks have passed since Clarke's... Drunken mishap let's call it, and unsurprisingly, nothing has changed between her and the brunette. In fact, she hasn't even seen her since she'd left her apartment in rightful anger.

Clarke's life had long crumbled around her anyway though. Or well, she had voluntarily blown it up all by herself.

Even if Lexa was being left out of the equation, although that was impossible seeing as Clarke had made all the decisions she made partially because of the brunette, her life had still completely flipped.

First, she was unable to get used to living with Finn again. After only two days, she'd left the place they used to share, and she had moved the rest of her clothes and shoes and a few sentimental things into the other apartment that the FBI had provided her with during her mission.

She hadn't decided on it yet then, but it should have been obvious at that point she wasn't really planning on returning to him.

Then, a few days later, she finally broke things off with Finn.

Clarke didn't know why it took her so long to end things with the shaggy-haired Agent, really. Or why it took her so long to realize he was a horrible partner and a horrible person in general. Or why it took her dating Lexa, the most perfect woman in existence, to realize all of that.

Finn was a piece of work. He could be charming when he wanted to be, but most of the time he was rude, insensitive, pushy, impolite, he took advantage of people, and he never treated Clarke right. Something she had realized early on, when she'd just met the man, but somehow, the longer she had known him, she had lost track of that.

Maybe he treated Clarke the way she ultimately deserved to be treated, but regardless, he never treated her well.

And if all of this wasn't enough to deter a person from dating him, he was also homophobic and misogynistic. It was truly disgusting, and Clarke was disappointed in herself for having put up with it for so long. For having put up with it at all.

It had been a dishonor to her fellow women, and her fellow queer people.

Immediately after breaking up with Finn, she had looked into taking over the lease for the apartment. Something that had been surprisingly easy.

And then, after finally catching the actual bad guy and clearing Alexandria Evergreen's name, Clarke had finally gotten that promotion she'd been working towards for years.

However, it hadn't felt like a reason to celebrate. It hadn't felt good or right at all. It had made Clarke feel miserable, so she quit her job on the spot, never wanting to have to do what she did to Lexa ever again.

The worst part was that Clarke didn't care about losing any of those things. She didn't care she lost her home, her fiancé, her promotion, and her job.

She only cared that she'd lost Lexa. Forever.

Lexa still hadn't opened her plethora of messages or answered her calls and there was no doubt in Clarke's mind that the brunette had been serious about getting a restraining order against her. Not that she would show up to Lexa's home or office ever again without permission anyway. It had been shortsighted, impulsive, and a massive mistake every time.

But she still occasionally tried texting the brunette, nonetheless. Although admittedly, now it had more so become a habit. And a way to check whether Alexandria had finally blocked her number.

Sometimes her messages went through immediately, indicating she wasn't blocked. Yet.

But other times, it took minutes or even hours for her message to go through, and each and every time Clarke's heart beat at double speed until it did go through.