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10. w0r1y

the next morning, clarke woke up late. it was 12:06 pm already. she sighed and stretched. she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. the girl wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast, she had enough on her mind. most of it was just one person: lexa.

she wondered if she would hate her forever. maybe she didn't hate her, she didn't know. she just wanted to talk to her, to be with her. it was only a while, but she missed the brunette. she missed her scent, her smile, her laugh, her glasses, her scent. she wished she was here. she wanted everything to be better. she wished she had never pulled away from that kiss.

clarke shook her head and went to work. for her radio station, she worked from 12:30 to 2:30. lexa's work started at 5:00 am and ended at 2:00. by the time clarke finished work, lexa would be back. then she could talk to her, and properly spill her feelings to the taller girl.

she just wished it wasn't like this in the first place. she wanted to go back in time. lexa had to tell her something, but what was it? maybe she loved her, but not anymore?

clarke grabbed her keys and drove to work. hopefully, she could fake her happiness yet again.

...

after work, clarke was drove home. her heart was pounding, pounds of anxiety in her chest. she was terrified that lexa wouldn't forgive her. that lexa was mad, and wanted to move out. it wasn't her house anyway right? she could just go away. it made her think: what if she had left? what if- when clarke came home today- she wasn't there?

clarke finally pulled into her driveway. she slowly got out her car, her heart pounding. she slowly unlocked the door of her house.

she wasn't there.

she wasn't anywhere...

where was she?

clarke started to panic. maybe she moved out, so tired of clarke? but it was just one fight, right? maybe she had gone out for food or something. or many something for an apology? she wasn't sure. but wouldn't she have left a note?

that's when clarke decided to check her phone. there were about 10 missed calls from lexa. clarke's heart stopped beating for a second. but in another second, she called lexa back.

"hello? is this- um- clarke griffin?"

it wasn't lexa's voice.

"y-yes? what's wrong? w-what happened? who are you?"

"everything is okay. this is the los angeles hospital. your friend lexa was stabbed in the chest, she's stable now. she was asking for you."

at that moment, time seemed to slow down.