I don't care (what they say about you)

May We Meet Again

After they finished eating at the mall, they had gone shopping to get Clarke some new clothes before heading home. Clarke had told Lexa she wasn't feeling too well and asked if they could go after a few shops. Lexa, thinking it was because the girl was in pain from earlier, didn't argue with the blonde and drove them both back home.

Once they arrived home, Lexa helped Clarke put away her things in Lexa's room before she had to leave for work. She gave Clarke a quick apology, but Clarke brushed it off. She understood the brunette had other things to do other than look after her behind. Lexa had given her a small smile before grabbing her keys again and leaving.

Clarke stood in the living room of the house for short while after Lexa left, taking in the quiet. It didn't bother her. She was used to the quiet. The only thing she didn't like about it was that it gave her too much room to think. And think she did.

She thought about everything that's happened to her that year. She thought about the bullying. Finn. Her mother. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her mother's voice pounding in her head. She didn't want to think about it right now.

She sighed and shook her head before grabbing a glass of water and some more of her medication. After taking it she decided it was a good time for a nap. A lot had happened these last few days, and she didn't want to have to deal with them just yet...

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Clarke gasped, bolting upright. She looked around the room, taking a moment to recognize it, but once she did she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breathe. But once she did, the tears came. She let out sob as the images from her nightmare came back to her. Her mother had come and killed Lexa. In her dream, her mother had made true of her promise. Clarke sobbed again, clutching her knees to her chest; rocking her body slowly.

She shook her head as she sobbed.

"I can't," She cried softly. "I can't let that happen to her." She breathed in, eyes closed. "I-I can't let her get hurt....I c-can't let...not her.."

She got up from the bed on shaky feet; stumbling over to Lexa's closet, tears blurred her vision. She couldn't stay another day. Not one more if it meant Lexa was on danger. She couldn't lose anyone else. Not again. Not when she could prevent it this time.

Tears dripped down her face as she threw her clothes on the floor. She grabbed her school bag, which was by the bed, and dumped it out. She wouldn't be needing the supplies anyways. She wasn't planning on going back to school after this. She then started shoving as much clothes as she could stuff into the bag. She sobbed as she did.

"Clarke...?" She froze as she heard Lexa's soft voice. She glanced up at the slightly opened window and mentally cursed herself when she saw how late it was. She should have checked to make sure no one would have caught her. She swallowed, but didn't turn towards the brunette. She could feel fresh tears build up in her eyes.

Damn it. Clarke gritted her teeth. It wasn't supposed to be this way. But then again, a lot of things weren't supposed to be the way they were.

"Clarke..."Lexa tried again, taking a step forward. "What...what are you doing..?" She watched stand up, putting the bag on her back before she turned towards the brunette, slowly.

"I...I.." Clarke tried, but her throat felt like it was closing up. Her emotions rising to the surface. Fuck. It wasn't supposed to be this hard to talk to the brunette. She wasn't supposed to get this attached.

"Clarke." Lexa said, trying to hide the panic she felt trying to claw its way inside her. "What's going on?" She saw the tear stains on the blonde's cheeks. Her heart clenched painfully, trying to come up with a reason why the blonde would be standing in the middle of the room with her bag and in tears. She came up with only one reason, and it broke her heart.