The Divide

Chapter VI

Clarke wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her mom and dad on the beach, the wind warmly greeting them as they walked through the sand. On those days, the worst thing that could happen was getting sand in your eyes.

Clarke's dad would never hit her mom, never. It felt like her dad left and took all of his principles out of the world with him. For a minute, she imagined her dad scaring off Bellamy, protecting her, preventing all of it. Clarke winced as each kiss from Bellamy became a punch.

It was 2 a.m. and Lexa had left momentarily to grab Clarke more tea. She had lit a few candles in the corner and tidied up the room, as well as brought over all her pillows. It had been four hours since the incident, four hours of periods between silence, crying, and talking. Lexa barely knew Clarke, but she was here, helping her. Raven and Octavia were Clarke's friends, but she had a hard time imagining this kind of dedication from them.

The door creaked open slowly as steam billowed out of the mugs Lexa was carrying. She sat down carefully and placed both mugs on the ground. They were both Whitehall mugs, one white and one black. Clarke picked up the black mug and blew the steam. Lexa looked down at the ground.

"I really-" Clarke began and took a big breath, holding back. "I really, really appreciate you doing this. You didn't have to." Lexa looked up at Clarke with her soft, green eyes looking a little pained.

"I know we haven't talked much before, but I saw someone who needed help, so I helped them." Lexa said and shrugged, like this was a daily occurrence. Lexa, who came off so cool and apathetic, was secretly soft at heart. She sighed.
                              Clarke felt the ropes of sleep rap around her and drag her into its grasp. She looked at Lexa, her eyes softened by the sandman. Lexa took a sip of her tea and put it down on the ground, then let Clarke lay her head in her lap.
                                "This is not a functional place to sleep." Lexa said and smirked. She slid her hands under Clarke's thighs and rib cage, lifting her up and placing her gently on her bed. Clarke smiled. Despite the flashbacks to the night's previous drama, she was able to find a moment of peace in Lexa's green eyes. Then, to preserve the moment, to preserve her smile, Clarke closed her eyes and let her self drift, far, far away.