The Week Of 365 Days // Clexa AU

Chapter 2

It's funny how three words can change everything.

"I love you," can heal you.

"I hate you," can damage you.

The three words Lexa heard when she got to her aunt's place however, completely destroyed her.

"I am dying."

Her aunt Indra had always been quite dramatic, so at first Lexa tought she just had a cold or something, but when her aunt's three words were followed by another three, Lexa knew it was serious.

"A brain tumour."

The flowers Lexa was holding fell to the ground. The happiness and giddiness she was feeling disappeared in a split second. She felt tears form but she couldn't cry. She wouldn't.

"W-What?" she mumbled. "I am dying. I have a brain tumour," Indra repeated. "I heard you the first time. What... how?" Lexa stuttered.

"I was diagnosed a couple of months ago. Last week they told me it was terminal," Indra said curtly. "Then why... why invite me to stay with you for a week?" Lexa asked, a first tear rolling down her cheek. She mentally cursed herself, she didn't want to cry.

"To say goodbye. And to ask you to stay longer. Longer than a week," Indra explained. Lexa sighed. How could her aunt be so calm? She was dying. Dying. Not living. Dying. "How long then?" Lexa asked, rubbing her temples. "As long as it takes." "For?" "For me to die."

Lexa nearly screamed. "How can you be so open and blunt about this?" she cried, her hand flying to her hair. She was ready to rip it out. She was so angry. It was so unfair. "Because, death is not the end, Lexa," Indra said calmly.

"How can you say that? How can you say that death is not the end when it is? How can you say that when everyone I care about leaves and you are the only one I have left? How can you say that?" Lexa shouted. "Lexa, first of all, I will not be shouted at. Second of all... second... second of all... what were we talking about, Lexa?" Indra trailed off.
Lexa was ready to cry. In fact, and it wasn't until she felt a tear fall on her chest that she realized it, she was already crying. She had heard many things about people with a brain tumour. Memory loss, trouble speaking, all that and a lot more. But to truly experience someone she cared about suffer from this, it broke Lexa.

"N-Nothing, Aunt Indra, I'm just going grocery shopping," Lexa mumbled, before grabbing her bag and coat and walking out.

*

Lexa allowed herself to cry now as she crossed the street. She allowed herself to feel everything. Lexa's father had left her and her mother when Lexa was seven years old and Lexa hadn't seen or heard from him ever since.

Lexa's mother became addicted to alcohol and drugs and Lexa was moved to a foster home. Lexa was quite rebellious and she went from foster home to foster home until her eighteenth birthday, when she was old enough to make her own decisions.

One of the foster families Lexa had went to was Indra's family, and Lexa had always stayed in touch with the older woman. The title 'aunt' had come quite quickly, the two had such a natural bond. To know that the only family Lexa had left was dying, it completely broke her.

Lexa found a bench in a park and sat down. Tears were streaming down her face, but Lexa didn't care. Usually she never liked it when people saw her cry, but she didn't know anyone here. Or so she thought.

"Hi, are you okay?" a soft voice spoke. Lexa looked up to meet the sky blue eyes of Clarke, the flower girl. "Mind if I sit down?" Clarke asked. "Go ahead," Lexa mumbled. Clarke sat down next to the crying girl.