Hope - Clarke & Madi || The 100

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It was getting dark when they finished eating. Clarke put some extra wood on the fire. There wasn't much left anymore and she made a mental note to gather new wood tomorrow.

It wouldn't be warm tonight. There were no clouds to hold the warmth of the day and it was a little windy, but Madi still wanted to sleep outside, so she had gotten some extra furs out of the Rover.

In an hour or so, the stars would come out. It was something she always looked forward to and she knew Madi did too. It was the sight her friends would be seeing twenty-four hours a day. At least those who were up in the sky. But what about the bunker? She couldn't even imagine what was going on in there. How would Octavia be doing as the new commander? She was a great fighter, Clarke didn't doubt that. But she wasn't exactly a born leader. And her mother, would she be okay? Were people attacking each other every day or did Octavia manage to somehow keep the peace?

Madi's voice kept her from worrying too much. "Clarke?"

She turned her head to Madi, who was sitting next to her on the trunk. "Yes?"

"I looked through your sketchbook today," she said and searched Clarke's face for an expression.

Clarke was surprised. She didn't really mind it, but it wasn't like Madi. Her sketchbook was kind of like a diary to her and Madi knew that.

"I'm sorry," she said when Clarke didn't say anything and looked away.

"No, that's okay. I don't mind that," she said as soon as she realized Madi probably felt guilty for not asking her first. "And, were they good?" she asked in a joking tone.

Madi chuckled. "Yes, they were amazing. You're the best artist on earth, Clarke."

"I appreciate that, but we're the only two persons on this earth. The rest is either in it or above it," Clarke noted.

Madi shrugged. "Well, then you're the best artist in, on and above earth."

"Mochof, Madi," she said and gave her a smile.

Madi turned her head towards the flames. "I noticed you have a lot of drawings of Lexa." Clarke's heart began to beat a little faster by hearing her name. She did have a lot of drawing of her. "You must've really loved her, didn't you?"

Clarke smiled a sad smile. "I did." It had been more than six years since Lexa's death, but she still wasn't over it. Maybe because she could still feel her somewhere. Maybe it was true that the commander's spirit never died. It felt like she was still there to watch over them. But wasn't that stupid? Wasn't that fairy tale talk? That was something you told children, right? "But she's gone now."

"I know," Madi said with sadness in her voice. She had never known Lexa, but she was still her sister after all. "But you still love her."

Although it was technically a statement, it sounded more like a question. A good one. A voice in her head said it wasn't possible to love someone who wasn't here anymore that way. But her heart was louder than her mind this time. "Sha, I do."

Clarke felt Madi's eyes on her, but she kept looking at the flames. She hadn't thought about Lexa for a long time. Well, it was more like in some way, she didn't want to think about her. She simply pushed the thought away whenever it came up. But now that she'd let it in, all the memories seemed to come back. She was afraid that if she looked at Madi, a tear would make its way down her cheek. Madi reminded her of Lexa is some way. They had the same green eyes and now that Madi was hitting puberty, she could see her jawline changing a bit. It began to look more and more like Lexa's. She'd always had a thing for Lexa's jawline. It was so... unique. Also, the way she acted. The way she never wanted to show any sign of weakness. But also the soft look in her eyes when she did.