Is It Over Now? || A Taylor Swift Inspired Clexa AU

(...Cont) Hits Different - Trace the Evidence

Clarke's always been more of a morning person.  Her body naturally wakes up with the sunrise, enjoying the quiet morning hours before the sun is too hot in the summer months, or the nice, cool, yet comfortable chill of the early hours in the winter months.

She wakes much later than normal though today, her body (thankfully )is feeling much better, though her headspace is anything but. Especially after her cocktail of meds knocked her so deep into a sleep cycle that she was trapped in her recurring dream again like a hostage, unable to wake herself from it as it was replayed several times over in a single night, something that had never happened before.

Each time the same- Just like previous nights, tormented by the beach and the figure she can't ever reach no matter how fast she runs.  Falling into bed next to Lexa, who's always eager to wrap her up but she can't feel any of her touch, any of her skin, any of her kisses. 

'Where'd you go? Get over here....'  Clarke had fought to slow the dream down at this part every single time...'don't you leave me like that again you scared me....I get so little time with you, I need every second....'

Clarke tries to give herself over to the touch and kisses despite not being able to feel any of it, her body numb, hollow in the dream-state. Even when Clarke doesn't try to speak, no longer confused as she was the very first time, Lexa's words are always the same as if she had .

'Shhhhh I just want to hold you for a little while....' Clarke learned that yes, the tears pooling in her eyes in her dream were very much real upon waking, 'I can never get enough of you...My argumentative...antithetical...dream girl.'

The only change in the dream is Costia, now more lifelike than ever in appearance, and who now finds Clarke herself as well with piercingly beautiful blue eyes when Clarke's in the crowd on the sidewalk, trying to get Lexa's attention from behind the line of paparazzi.

'I don't love her any less.... I fixed what you broke in her...'  She says now, her voice is sharp, cold.  She leads Lexa along the red carpet, flashing her giant engagement ring, posing for photos leaning into Lexa's embrace and ushering her towards the venue entrance and Lexa only manages to throw one feeble glance over her shoulder to meet Clarke's eyes, no longer saying the line that haunted Clarke for months, but it replays in Clarke's mind every time she wakes up regardless.

'Look what you made me do.'

It's anything but a pleasant start to the morning when Clarke awakes from the cycles of that same dream to find Costia's romantic bathtub post at the top of her feed.  She takes an obscenely long shower trying to clear her mind, and it's already quarter past ten when she's exiting her room at the same time as the doorbell rings, again. 

This time the dark SUV is already almost out of sight at the end of the drive, which Clarke hardly notices because the sheer amount of colorful blooms piled around her porch has her stumbling backwards a few steps in shock.

It looks like the entire contents of several floral shops was dumped on her doorstep. Bundles of colorful chrysanthemums, delicate pink daisies, marigolds and lilacs and clusters of pastel-colored yarrow, elegant Irises endless peonies, among others Clarke doesn't even know the names of.

The bundles are wrapped and layered across the small front entrance, and continue down the couple of steps, lining both sides, leaned up against the concrete. Clarke's eyes are scanning, searching for something within the rainbow of foliage in front of her, until she locates a small white card tucked amidst the leaves of the only bundle containing the tiny white petals of jasmine flowers.